"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Even if I rise with a smile as wide as the Wall of China, still. There are instances where I suddenly get nasiated and feel like crashing harder than Hell. But, as I walk through Fort Washington Avenue on to my next delivery, I blame myself so often... I mean, how can you not blame... Continue Reading →
Been a while since I've sat down to express my troubled thoughts. A conundrum commenced by a whirlpool of tears I've had no answer for. Confusion formed in the pit of Darkness... But, what can really be seen in the Dark? A place where only candle and flash lights can be seen in bits and... Continue Reading →
What are promises any good for just to break them? Why waste the power of your words just to leave your friends and family forsaken? At least for a soul who doesn't carry the intention to maim and raze a foundation, Built by credence between one another, "I got you And you got me even... Continue Reading →
"And now we bow our heads and pray..." "Amen..." Funny how I just walked past the preacher man, With my head already down. I don't understand, Most likely never will. It isn't in my will to fall to my knees, Especially, When the Pastor's busy touching kids behind the scenes... It's not really my type... Continue Reading →
I rather not lie like your neighborhood preacher, Screaming for peace, But, Unable to deter demons creeping against my pool of tears, I dive in feet first while I sip drinks underneath a chandelier, I'm not perfect... Within these verses, I am not certain that I will make it out alive, As I shower amongst... Continue Reading →
Can't believe I have all three of you kids in my waning life. A triad of purpose I look up to rather than the need to die. A trinity of hope I pray for to live better lives than I did, As I look up at the sky... And write... About how I truly love... Continue Reading →
Lines. All kinds. Ones you snort and stand behind of, Whether you're in pain or searching for something divine. Food for the mind. Food for the heart whenever agony strikes... But, I often wonder what I look for as a writer. Writing and riding on a high I'm fighting as a lifer. Sentenced, An imprisonment... Continue Reading →
Sounds of heart monitors consume my ear canals as much as God, Whenever It holds me in contempt. You would think God Itself would be more accepting, Rather than taking the role of your deathly Rosarian, Laying it to rest how it really is. But, I guess even "It" has its moments of hopelessness when... Continue Reading →
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