"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Withering cries tunnel through a path blocked by a vortex of hateful words.If you try passing it by,You will get swallowed,Spiraling out of control until you land on a patch of loveless dirt.Dirt where every sprouting seed dies before reaching its exit… Is death the only option?Is there any point in turning back to any... Continue Reading →
Moments like these,When I look back at who I used to be,I get so amazed at my former self and how hard He worked for his dream.How much of a trendsetter He became on a scene,Full of poets,Hearts broken,Trying to figure out how to put the pieces back together and,Sing.In unison no matter what division... Continue Reading →
Some nights I,Just don't know what to write down.All I can think about,Is how perplexed I am while sitting on a chair,At a job,Wondering why I've been avoiding every crowd,I can be in front of… Yet,I'm a bit aware of the answer.Because,I'm embarrassed from the mounds of ruin,I've brought upon a life over vices so... Continue Reading →
Sussurations of an abandoned forest envelop my eardrums.Sweat drips down my arms as sly as a fox stalking its prey.My mind is engorged by hysteria with every bite I take.Am I just a walking carcass the more I stick a fork inside of my body,Just to mask my pain?On most days,I feel dead anyway.Until I... Continue Reading →
Going all in.What does that mean,Exactly?Does it mean giving everything up,Including a full plate of satisfaction?Staying hungry,Yet,Satiated by the joy of your passion?I only ask because,I'm not happy knowing I've been hired for a new job,I already desire to quit before starting my first day for what I truly want… A stage where I can... Continue Reading →
Come to think of it,I've never dealt with our breakup in silence.All I did for the most part is,Play the blame game while finding a reason to keep fighting.Calling you so many times in a day,Everyday,For conversation I should've had with myself in my mind and,Cope with what I did without feeling as if I... Continue Reading →
Valiant efforts are laid to waste,Nowadays,When I try to smile without forcing myself to.Sorrow tends to drown out my laughter any time I humor myself with a different hue.I can't seem to think of another color,Besides red,To use on a canvas where I picture myself dead…A truth I've tried to avoid regardless of any joy... Continue Reading →
Exhausted from drama.Sitting in silence when I just want a,Chance to breathe,Like I should be doing.Nicking apples in my garden like Patrick Ewing.Trying to keep it moving,Till I'm centered on my own block... I just want to get away and jot,A story I decide to be the Author of and put a stop,To every single... Continue Reading →
A vigilante I became when teetering on the precipice of death.When surrounded by lawlessness,I've gone on a quest to enforce it regardless of what is said.About a warrior born within a soul withering from cowardice put to rest,The second I realized how,Alone I was in a room full of mortals I saw as mere pantomimes…... Continue Reading →
Good Mornings are foreign to me,As I rather have a good day instead of continously mourning,What I could've been.Because,God placed me here for a reason I shouldn't miss,As I hit another joint knowing every glaring risk.I guess,It's the effect of a near-death moment,Where you're all alone in,A glass house shattering on top of you.Shards of... Continue Reading →
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