"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Kind of feels like, We're further divided as communication becomes more convenient. And, What's devious to me? Is how accepting we are of a division, Where we're split by the difference in the nature of our vision, For the Lesser of our own kind imprisoned, By their own ignorance. Ignorance learned from a set of... Continue Reading →
Alyssa was a bright, Young scholar. Focused on her straight A's until a twisted thought became a bother. But, Before any introduction of her destruction, I wanted to tell you a story of her fatal reconstruction... First, You have to understand hard times in the ghetto. Being born and looked at as a failure from... Continue Reading →
Love! A feeling everyone deserves to feel. A feeling revitalizing the beautiful image you're blessed to witness when facing the mirror. A feeling I hope everyone feels for themselves in a cruel world already trying so hard to break us all apart.
My words are those spray-painted across train tunnels and brick walls. Carried by informal kinship to hieroglyphics written in caves hidden from plain sight, Brought to eyes just trying to find answers to simple questions in life. Why am I here? Everyday you wake up, From a world of dreams shaping our realities, Day by... Continue Reading →
Some mornings, All you want to do is kick back, Lock and load a gun to shoot a bullet packed, With a name you've been begging to erase. But, I'm the kind of guy that'll leave you bleeding on the ground, And apologize for any pain I may have put you through... Don't even know... Continue Reading →
What's the point in building a house where destruction lies? I sleep in the middle of debree. The minute I step foot on ground, Glass cuts, I scream. Cold, Winds I breathe, Life isn't as sweet, As once thought when glass walls shatter... I'm just trying to get up out my mind... I'm trying to... Continue Reading →
Love. Often think about if love in this day and age is dead. Dead in a family-like sense. Like, Do we just love ourselves, or are we just afraid of loving each other during times so divided? Maybe, it's an unlikely fusion of both... Of course, we must love ourselves no matter what crisis may... Continue Reading →
I rather not lie like your neighborhood preacher, Screaming for peace, But, Unable to deter demons creeping against my pool of tears, I dive in feet first while I sip drinks underneath a chandelier, I'm not perfect... Within these verses, I am not certain that I will make it out alive, As I shower amongst... Continue Reading →
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