My Magic Pen

Recapping everything that happened the night before is typically a bad move,Unless you yearn to lie within a deathbed God created for you!For wearing too many different hats fitting the man you think you already are while,Hiding the truth… Might as well be yourself,In a world trapped in a shell,Cracking underneath pressure it already felt... Continue Reading →

Florescent Gales of Past

Florescent scents from our carousing days,Pervade my nose when thinking of a Rose I've plucked and,Let die.A Rose my heart held as a symbol of love,Now dead because of faith she couldn't see when looking into my watery eyes… And,It took a while to grow past the pain of Her loss,As my sunshine dimmed the... Continue Reading →

Pretty Woundz

I guess I don't feel embarrassment because,I've done what I've done as a means of survival.Sure,I can definitely apologize to many others I've hurt,But,That's not possible when you're not given the opportunity to do so… So,What's left?What are you supposed to do to atone for that?Am I supposed to feel sorry for myself and inflict... Continue Reading →

Too Late! Or, Is It Really? (Prose)

Too late! What does that mean, really? In a life where we have the ability to change regardless of the odds, is it ever really too late to climb back up from the fate of damnation? The only judicious reasoning I can muster for anyone's opportunity at redemption is, death. What can one possibly do... Continue Reading →

Rhythm Of Woes

Sorry…But,Nowadays,All I can find myself saying is,How difficult I've made my own life by giving up my time to,The demons in my mind who frolic where my eyes can't see…The,Only company I've had for the last 5 years while I starve to death!For,Somebody's love… Still,Sorry that,I am not sorry for.My woeful rhythms.Flows of sound led... Continue Reading →

No Longer Riddled By Choices

Change.It's what I've needed as I lost my two cents in regard to what I truly love.But, there isn't much I can do.My options?Continue forward as if I haven't been crying often or stay behind on every deadline I assign myself to produce a thought in the form of a poem until I, die.Die a... Continue Reading →

Screwed

As a single man without anyone by your side,You're pretty much fucked.No one cares for your pain as you're labeled another bust.When you're laid out on the ground from every hit you've taken,You're just a floor matt others walk over while they hide their faces.Too ashamed to see a soul they've hurt by never giving... Continue Reading →

Replacing The Soil

A heart like mine wouldn't budge for the demons rising in the name of my demise,Pumping out shot after shot from a set of fingers I write with vigilantly.I!Have jumped overboard willingly.Ties cut once choking me to death!Sick of each lie others love to wrap around my head... How they swear they'll never leave your... Continue Reading →

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