"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Letting go is the part hardest,For someone who's assimilated into darkness.For someone who can only smile while they can't see anything ,Besides the oil they squeeze out onto parchment.Besides a glass glimmering upon their thousand mile stare,Caused by friends,And,Family they're left departed...With a heart hardened by fear they've been engulfed by,How is letting go ever... Continue Reading →
Is it a date?Is it a meeting between two artists trying to paint a new picture around lives in need of more color?Are we just,Using this as a way to kill time,Imagining how it'd be like if we had the company we wish we had in front of us,Over some food while we both feel,Blue?Or,Am... Continue Reading →
Alarms sound off from the top of the morning,But,I never hear them.Hours go by while I wrestle with my thoughts,And,Emotions."When is this all going to end?"Why am I still here?"Not a single message to look forward to.Zero voicemails wondering where I've been.Just,A screen as black as the empty,Spacious void in my chest devouring any hint... Continue Reading →
An empty gas tank tends to form me into a languid bibliotaph uninterested in reading any stort falling into my lap,Too weak to bear the weight of.It isn't like it was years ago,Where I'd fight in urgency when dealing with an energy bar running low.Nowadays,I'd rather put my controller down,Accept my losses,And,See what tomorrow brings... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I ask myself,"Am I still alive?"I haven't seen my shadow for a whilr,Ever since you said good-byr.Can't help,But,To think,"Did I waste my life?"Chasing who I thought was my other half.Ripped apart from my palm while I held a knife on the other hand.Not realizing it was I who split us down a middle I... Continue Reading →
Open mics are exhausting.Full of so many personalities,Opportunities,And,Support most of us don't feel like we deserve.The chance to observe reasons why we're so hard on ourselves.Dreams we're blessed to witness come alive,As well as doe for reasons we may never know.But,It's a sign worthwhile.An adventure for a drifter with no table to place his journal... Continue Reading →
An observor is all you can be when you're a drifter without a home to lay His head in.Human interaction is what I've dreaded,For as long as I can remember while heading towards heaven,I find in a pen,And,Paper littered with my thoughts,Dreams,Knowing I will never receive a citation for it.I'm quite proud to have hoarded,Journal... Continue Reading →
Certain days,It doesn't feel like I'm human.I can't remember the last time I cried,Or,Laughed while enduring a contusion,Of emotions I've suffered at the hands of my own confusion.Confusion stemming from my refusal to quit what God deems useless.But,Maybe I've dried the well as I do my best to see different.Fluids tainted by bloodied fingertips,And,Specs of... Continue Reading →
Spiritual warfare…What grandeur lies ahead as blood splatters on a battlefield where souls die,Knowing rest is not eternal?As we slip into a dream state,We wake,Whether or not our mind takes notice of the netherworld where soil is fertile,For human hearts rotting away!In its core.Or,Paradise we're bound for when following the word of the only King... Continue Reading →
Everything else is better than sex,Drugs,Alcohol,Whatever gets you high for that matter.Back when they were all I thought about,My reality had shattered.Anytime I looked into a mirror,I was cracked further away from repair,Every second I stared into a man I believed wasn't there,Any longer...Anytime I hear glasses cling,As a sober man nowadays,It's music to my... Continue Reading →
