"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
My mind is like,A train looping into the tracks of a rollercoaster.Two destinations.Two places I don't desire to be in,But,Have no other choice besides living amongst crows soaring,Above my nightmares and dreams… Crows rustling behind bushes and weeds,In hoods robbing me of joy I grieve,Everyday,Passing by as fast as the hourhand on a clock I... Continue Reading →
At the end of it all,What I desire is to be a good husband.An amazing father to children who run into my arms,With a smile,Knowing they'll never be unharmed.To look back at my own scars,And,Laugh a little at mishaps no lknger weighing me back down.Because,Who cares for the money and clout,When it wouldn't fill a... Continue Reading →
God's thunder serenades my mind,When I'm consumed by the Darkness of night.As the eye of the storm settles in,A pen is what I peddle back and forth on a blank page mirroring my eyes,As I look into each cloud swarming in… After all,The rain is music to my ears.Sounds like my fingers tapping on a... Continue Reading →
Blank pages,For me,Are oceans of solitude and solace I can drown inside of,With a smile I can't find elsewhere.The susurations of loose-leaves falling on my deaf ears,Vibrate the kind of love I look for in the palms of another.Palms I wish I was holding on to while surrounded by so many doctors smothering my faith,For... Continue Reading →
Transparent views transformed me more than my parents ever could.Being able to see through their lies was more helpful than,Trusting a set of skulls thicker than,The darkness they've set around my atmosphere everywhere I'd go.A truth unsettling for some,But,For me?A relief.Because,Blood,Has nothing to do with who you have the pleasure to call,Family.See,Family is a special... Continue Reading →
Today's piece is more of a statement than prose or a poem. There aren't many rhythms I can think of this very moment. All I can think of is escaping from a family that has lost its mind in ways I never thought would happen growing up as a lonely kid in the South Bronx.... Continue Reading →
A steak fry is still a fry.A steak nugget is still a piece of steak.Never will it matter how they're both dressed on a plate,Cracked and soon to break.From it's weight.More than your aching stomach's meant to handle,While you laugh at the possibility of blacking out and,Falling on your face.Stuff your mouth all you want,Not... Continue Reading →
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 →
A brother's keeper,I would be,If I had one to begin with.What I had growing up were,Two strangers around me I've forsook,Because of their unapologetic sickness,Contagious by a touch I've done my best to avoid until I,Myself,Have gotten addicted… There was no other choice for my,Chance to say,"Good Riddance!"To a train of smoke with one single... Continue Reading →
What is the point of me still being alive when I hold no connection to any living thing?Literally.All I do is wake up.Contemplate my vices,How I should quit them as I proceed to clean my face and room for my daily sit down with weed in one hand and,A heart full of pain regardless of... Continue Reading →
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