When your legs fall asleep without ever knowing when they’ll wake up?An odd feeling I choose over anger and frustration.At least,I can deal with numbness and be functional.Can’t smile,But,I wish you the best while I keep my distance.My hands gently flow across a page no matter how much they fidget.Because,By the end of it all?I... Continue Reading →
Fear.A feeling most abhor for as long as they live,Yet,Success is never gained without it.But,What I am afraid of,Is not a man nor women who has made up,A character,More like the pariah we avoid to save the,Bits and pieces left of our sanity!With God’s wrath looming over our sins,I’m scared of what will be taken... Continue Reading →
Silence really is the only "end all, Cure all" solution to the war of words between yourself and your personal demons. No other solution makes sense for a battle only your regrets can win, Finding yourself asking afterwards, "Just,What if I did this or made that happened?" A conundrum that has and never will be... Continue Reading →
A loner’s life can be difficult at times.Because,One particular question likes to come into mind.If I die,How long would it be before anybody find outs?Would I rot here until my body begins exploding,Turning pitch black just like the darkness swirling all around a heart cracked from falling,Too many damn times…I guess I’ll never know,Regardless of... Continue Reading →
Sometimes,You just miss the time when,You were loved by those you love.But,Does it even matter when you could die this very moment,As,No one will notice?How can anyone observe what they deem unworthy of existence on a plane where,All you do is get high,Clouded by memories keeping you under hypnosis...
Smoking weed isn’t as special as others make it seem like. After a while you’ll find yourself asking, “Can’t I be doing something better for myself right now?” Usually where I end up at the end up like this moment finishing my first blunt of the day. Feels like my personal demons manifested in the... Continue Reading →
Dear Universe, Can a monster ever be cured of what feels like an everlasting disease? The kind of disease most run towards when held against their will. You know, Anger... I believe so. Because, no matter how angry I've been, it dwindles into a sigh the second I get a grip and remind myself how... Continue Reading →
I feel it in my bones.Tirelessness,Wired in with,An ache pulsating all across a body desiring bliss.My version of it?A moment to write verses and shit.Holding a mic,Serving a bitch,Many rhymes I’ve worded to fit,Inside of a mind I’ve noticed has flipped,Upside down… Hollowed out from each pump held by those akin,For weening off of every... Continue Reading →