"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Artist:Lost,Broken souls in search of meaning through mediums I call a gift and a curse.One can either sketch a drawing making eyes squint in disgust,Or widen eyes elated by the beauty they've immersed themselves in.A painter can either paint a picture framing a grin on your face,Or stain your mind with the kind of darkness... Continue Reading →
Love.Hardly shown until you're at the precipice of death.Whether it's your rotting flesh,Or,A dream you've decided to put to rest.Yet,The absence of affection is necessary for growth.When a tree grows,Some time is spent away from its presence until the leaves cry for water to overflow,What keeps them standing in place.Connected roots extending on their own,While... Continue Reading →
Wears and tears,Crackles of beauty and experience my eyes and eardrums marvel at and jump to.Vibrations sparking memories of old allowing me to feel new as I'm reminded of Father Time,Passing by,As each petal withers in a way we never can.More glamorous than ever,Regardless of the shimmering pain glowing into our pupils.Pupils hungry for the... Continue Reading →
Church bell chimes flood both eardrums with a vision,Poured out from His fingertips in drip-drops of,Blood.Sweat.Tears.All mixed into a cherry red painting brighter than both cheeks when flushed by.The day He took his eyes off of a sky,Gleaming with a way out of an eternal abyss.Hoping to find beauty in an image He can bear... Continue Reading →
She fell in love with a Wanderer,Never knowing where he'd end up next.Confused by every step he'd take,She'd brace herself each time her cellphone rang,Anticipating the worst news possible.But,For as long as her mind allowed her to remember,His voice pushed soundwaves into her eardrums as soothing as chilly breeze on a hot,Summer day."I'm in front... Continue Reading →
So silent.The only thing audible are the lights that stay on,Out of my control.Nothing can be heard beyond the entryway.Soundproof.Just what a poet desires… The bittersweet sounds of nothingness combined with each cry from my inner-child is,Something to behold.A joyous occasion experienced once in a blue moon,For a soul searching for,Space… Space from a world... Continue Reading →
