"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
So hard to write during moments like these. Where you sit at your dinner table, Gently poking away at some roasted chicken, White rice and a small container of half-eaten red beans. A cup full of Pepsi that's been sitting in the fridge for a while, Lost of its crisp travel down through your brittle... 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 →
Only kind of side piece I like? The last piece of fried chicken from a hot, crunchy, heavenly side order of fried chicken tenders from Popeyes. A side piece I allow to flow down my esophaguas with a smile and chuck-full of pride, arriving into the inner depths of a happy-go-jolly stomach awaiting its prize.... Continue Reading →
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