"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Writer's block!The dearest neighborhood for an outcast looking for a place to be,As the cream of the crop.Where we plant ideas sprouting luminous beauty the entire world stops!To admire.Thoughts growing from soil watered by blood,Sweat and tears in real time without being mocked by satire.A garden where war and lust have no opportunity to transpire,While... Continue Reading →
How have I endured the pain of your loss?Not a single clue I can conjure up,As it was your image that was magic to my eyes,Watered by your absence.Oh,How I've grown from every seed you've planted.In a garden we both took the time to grow.Until it was time to,Mow it all down and bury new... Continue Reading →
She told me to join her on a walk through a garden I've planted with my bare hands. "Why? I've made up my mind." A light scoff slipped from her lips as she said, "Just walk. And, Open your eyes..." So, I walked along the same grounds with whom my heart cannot let go. Confused,... Continue Reading →
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