"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Promises...I'm exhausted with,Making what I shouldn't keep while I'm lost in this,Thought process I've been trying to escape at all costs...Will it,Burn me alive,As I gas out and crash from being so sleep-deprived?Only God knows.All I know,Is the hard time I've been having,As I arrange a flow pattern,Used to depict a disaster,That couldn't be stopped... Continue Reading →
Lust is plastered onto each wall in my head like,The ugliest exhibit in a museum in which you have no say in it's removal.There for your viewing everytime you wander by the most curious isles of your delicate mind.All you can do is zoom through the echoes of failed intimacies,You feel doomed to repeat,Amongst your... Continue Reading →
A prude is what I want,Sort of.A woman who is not absorbed in thoughts,Darkened by a need to climax and froth,Over orgasms that won't last as long,As we can hold each other in the midst of a storm… I want to be engorged by her love,And,Need to hear my voice whenever she'd slip into a... Continue Reading →
Rapping was something I never thought I'd fall out of love with,But,I did.Too much time was spent wrapping my head around my existence,As dead is how I imagined it.Yet,Here I am rhyming words,Again,In a less reckless fashion more fitting for man with many chips,On two shoulders,Too exhausted,To keep holding on to weight equilibrated with,Each tear... Continue Reading →
Serene like a seagull when swimming in a sea of tranquility.To be gulled into boiling rage,Over thoughts that will go away,Is an error you must not make,If you plan on living life without misery.Be like a rock,Motionless upon impact when hit by a wave of despair and melancholy.You may get wet by tears drowning away... Continue Reading →
Hazy vision.Dazed and confused from each hit of cannabis in thought of my wrongfully made decisions.It's what I get for choosing fake friends while chasing after a distant ex,Sealing windows of opportunities concealing faith once filling up my chest… It's about time I lace up and get it back,Instead of laced bud in dirty bags,Only... Continue Reading →
Writers are creators of many worlds no other can sketch on a canvas darker than their inner thoughts.Worlds full of light,Of some kind,For every heart aching from the pain of asking,Why?Why me?Because,As much as we want a story where there's not a single sting,From bleeding wounds we must feel forcing us to think,About more than... Continue Reading →
Words have been hard to find lately.I've been angry,With no one to hug while armed with a joint baking,In the middle of a palm I'm trying my best to take back control of before,I need anymore saving than I already do.A palm that once did everything I commanded it without question!But,Now it won't listen unless... Continue Reading →
Mornings like these I can't seem to rhyme any word together without being disgusted.All I can do is spew out sentences that will get me no where while I,Cry.Because,That's all I've been doing lately.Nothing but a tsunami of tears trying to drown away every thought of suicide,Knowing I'm a world laughing in my face the... Continue Reading →
