Skin Of Steel – Day 258, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

That sheen gleaming off of blood,Dripping from my bleeding wounds is enough,To refrain from insulting anyone.My pain is not an excuse,To demean a human soul who hurts the same way I do.Regardless of what you say,There's nothing that will stop me from loving you! I understand how we all make mistakes,So,Who am I to defile... Continue Reading →

Cold Middle – Day 11, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Beef patties in a microwave for under a minute,What happens?Kind of what you're abandonment did to me.Left me in a searing rage,With a heart colder than Winter's Sea.But,Shame on my lack of vision in all honesty.Because,You've never really smiled when looking my way.You just,Looked down on me,Somberly… Yet,I understand,Dad.Because I've disappointed myself by leaving my... Continue Reading →

Pardoned Absence (Prose)

Pardon my absence, but a break was highly necessary regarding the extremities of my depression, my longing for a different life, a different vessel without a single crack in its armor… Because, every time I feel as if I've made a break through, something wicked is slung toward my direction gluing me back to what... 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 →

The Ice Is Melting & I Know Why Pt.1

Wildfire spark as soon as I wake within a Lion’s Den where my peace is seen as food for malevolent minds.Yet,Patience engulfs my spirit in the heat of the moment.The hotter it becomes,The colder I feel,The more I yearn for freedom,From a block of ice I am frozen in still… Why is it melting away... Continue Reading →

Alone On The Seesaw

I now see what He saw back then. The seesaws that tip side to side for the right balance. Swings of Life changing every way we thought, From the last moment to the next, Only rehashing, A past most of us seek to fix. I'd know coming from a glass house cracked by drinks and... Continue Reading →

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