Press Me! – Day 224, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Communicating with what appears to be a mannequin.A voice box appears to be present as long as you press the right buttons without any damage.Yet,No matter what I say,The response will always be the same.So,Why even bother talking until the point of rage crawling up my spine?Silence,In this case,Seems so divine.I'd rather sit down,And,Write a... Continue Reading →

Belly Growlz – Freewrite #48

Beginnings we desire are always the hardest. Way more difficult they are than the ending our gut desires us to write and the Beginning it knows we have to write. But, the, heart? Nope. If anything it'll convince you to run away from your current circumstances and drown within murky waters of passivity. After all,... Continue Reading →

The Kinda Pain That Stickz

Biggest mistake you can ever make is keeping yourself shrouded by others who mar your existence with stigmas they internally placed on themselves.And,I’ve kept myself within that circle of misery for too long as a Bronx boy so used to poverty of all kinds.Whether it’s bucket-loads of mental trauma or an stomach empty of golden... Continue Reading →

Disappearing

With so many tears running down your cheeks first thing in the morning,Maybe,That's God's way of letting you know you are now healing,Even if you have no clue how.Because,For some reason,I still find a way to smile...

I Mean, Who Knows?

Escaping from the city is a thought soothing to a heart longing for silence.It's been a while since my inner child began shouting and crying,And,All I really want is for him to feel happy for at least a night inside of our conscious... I just,Don't know where to go!Feel so lost wandering around without a... Continue Reading →

Moment Of Silence

When your happiest memories involve someone who resents you, You can hear your heart rip as loud as a pin dropping in silence, While driving off in the sunset crying, But, Smiling...

Cycle Of Tearz

Movement is eternal and nowadays, My feet itch. Why use the nails on my finger tips to scratch what'll leave when, I get up and strut my legs across a grass field full of seeds and, Sunshine allowing me to water them with my blood, Sweat and tears? This? Never stops. My Mind. The Pain.... Continue Reading →

Virtual Tearz

I think about the time I had sent you that video. Where I cried while showing you the gift I made with my bare hands, For you, As each droplet fell. Making ripple effects within your own pool of Annoyance... And all I thought was, You made me feel like I was everything to you,... Continue Reading →

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