"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Being "self-made" is a dream in the eyes of an outcast. No support around, Just you, A vision and a pen along with a pad helping you endure life when it hits the fan, While conjuring the future you're so desperate to see. No friends. But, An Earth full of trees, Flowers and plants releasing... Continue Reading →
Are there any words that must be spoken during this moment of Silence? Is Peace of Mind worth breaking, Just to give a helping hand to an "angel" with horns clearly protruding their skull? Must you give up your world for another who refuses to make one for themselves and others? Who knows, But, I... Continue Reading →
Who knows where to start. That boy died the day he entered those Halls. Reborn in the arms of Angels he thought he'd never witness, Yet, In front of him were a Trinity of acceptance. A renewed hope found through a vision different from what I was presented. As an adolescent looking for a way... Continue Reading →
Ever been so, Tired? Just, Completely exhausted to the point where nothing matters, But, Those few moments of peace. Riiiiight, Before you go to sleep?... So daunting, Isn't it? Especially, When you have a vision you're dying to birth, Before Death decides to kick in and put an end to your verse... Still. It feels... Continue Reading →
Attention... Attention... Attention! ... No need for your heinous messages, As I read purely for alimentation. No need for your association, I'm fine, Alone, Without your baggage and hatred! No need for me to react to any of your knavish antics when I'm braised in, A light provided by my savior while I pray in,... Continue Reading →
Been a while since I've received a message. Asking me how have I been throughout the years. You know, Just to check in. Wondering if I am ever written on another person's checklist. Like, Let me call him before I entirely forget him... But, Who am I to pout? Nowadays, I can't really talk to... Continue Reading →
Vanilla skies while driving through the Highway. Crossbronx. An express way right into the darkest Cave I have ever known to exist after suffering an onslaught, Of whips, Fists, And lips opening for loaded tongues rolling shots towards you, Off the tip... Bullets fired from the tip of the morning. Father missing, His presence? I've... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, Poems can be small, Even if we have so much to say. Because, Silence overrides anything you would like to do, When all you feel at the moment, Is pain. Pain shooting up and down your spinal cord from working so hard on the hottest days. Pain stepping on your brittle toes, After walking... Continue Reading →
Definition of a Hustler: An enterprising person determined to succeed. A swindler using fraudulent methods to earn money. An expert gambler seeking challenges through the unsuspecting for? You guessed it, More money. Or, Simply, A prostitute with all eyes on some rich honey... Some days, I get confused about how I write and wonder if... Continue Reading →
You can look, But, Can't touch when I'm entering the Room. That opportunity was lost, After cutting me loose! Should've thought about the cost while I was trying to change at the price of what I had to lose. Now? I'm here riding past oceans as blue! As your misery... Configuring myself to what I... Continue Reading →
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