Sadness.Sadness is that half-empty glass of water giving life to a waning heart dry of all kinds of love spoken.That half-empty glass of water you'll never choke on regardless of how it's poured in.Into an esophagus sore from crying for hours on end,With bulging eyes getting too tired to open.And,I know it all too well.Because,Because,I'm... Continue Reading →
An Unconditional Love – Day 213, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Maybe,I don't know myself enough,After all.Everytime I get a bit of free time,I find myself plastered on to a wall!Trying to decide what to do,Where to go,And,Why?Without a reason ever coming to my mind…But,Here I am!Walking down the Lower East Side,Until I'm flattened by upsetting thoughts I couldn't iron out with my,Self.My inner-child hanging on... Continue Reading →
An Apple No One Would Eat – Day 195, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Loneliness.I'm attached to it the same way an apple is attached to the branch of a tree.Deeply rooted in soil as dead as the inner-child left dangling inside of me.Yet,Still.I'm watered by an entity I can't see.All I see is darkness while wobbling to its breath every time It breathes.In,And,Out,Until I fall off and roll... Continue Reading →
Godzilla’s Been Moody – Day 184, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Past,Present,Future!Just,Godzilla in a different costume.Beasts to be feared depending on the occasion.But,Nowadays,I'm not afraid of either.What were once a malevolent force in my mind,Are now humps in memory I stroll past,Benign,Left behind...What does it mean to look ahead,Stay in the moment,Think about what happened several years back when,I can just be what I was intended... Continue Reading →
Pictures Of Old – Day 183, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Maybe,I'm still scarred because of the way you left me.How stone-faced you were in sight of my tears.How happy you were to tell me,"I don't love you anymore,"While I was shattering into pieces right in front of you.Maybe,That's why I mistreat a body I'd rather not be inside of on most days.Because of your delight... Continue Reading →
A Poet’s Obituary – Day 167, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
A loner who rose from the ashes against all odds.A man who lived a destitute life.Yet,A Pulitzer prize winner for poetry you will only witness once in a lifetime.A man who nobody likes,But,Never gave a fuck with a smile!While doing his best to put a tear of joy within every set of dry eyes he... Continue Reading →
Beauty In A Broken Mirror – Day 151, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Family,That aren't family,Are never satisfied until you're pacified by their insanity.Can it be the worst thing to go through,When you're alone?Truth is,As tragic as it could've been when you're the one who's labeled useless,Their severance is a blessing in disguise,As you rip off the mask you've hid behind,And,Realize the image they're despised,Is an image you... Continue Reading →
Artificial Flavors On A Plate Of Gold – Day 117, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Food for thought,Nowadays,Is artificial.Ideas refined by a process of elimination:Abandoning what makes us human.Intelligence automated by a vicious cycle of repetition.Robotic in our movement towards salvation.A salvation we'll never reach through a diet of lies most are forced to consume.But,Why do we continue our walk towards darkness?Where truth cannot be seen for miles,And,Miles on end?Are... Continue Reading →
Deadly Synchronicity – Day 105, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
The future is the future,The past is the past,The present is the present.All intertwined,Yet,Within separate lines of existence.Either or cannot draw breath without the other,But,Singling one out will demolish your mind and cover,Your sanctity in debris from the destruction of peace you claim to covet… Prying your future will delay an image you'll fail to... Continue Reading →
Assimilating Into The Hour Glass – Day 61, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Past,Present,Future,How does it all work?How do they all intertwine?The wounds interwoven with a stitch received in each phase of time.If you ask me,We're all grains of sand,Within an hour glass,Being squeezed through the middle of what lies,Between a top and bottom assimilating into what the other was when the script of our life,Is flipped in... Continue Reading →