"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Fresh mulch permeates the air,As new seeds are planted into a mind,Where ideas are desperate to germinate.Staying stuck in the weeds is no longer suitable for a soul thirsty to feel something new.Something besides dry humor,And,A plate of burgers along french fries while watching whatever the algorithm decides to feed it that night.No more city... Continue Reading →
Withering cries tunnel through a path blocked by a vortex of hateful words.If you try passing it by,You will get swallowed,Spiraling out of control until you land on a patch of loveless dirt.Dirt where every sprouting seed dies before reaching its exit… Is death the only option?Is there any point in turning back to any... Continue Reading →
Exhausted from drama.Sitting in silence when I just want a,Chance to breathe,Like I should be doing.Nicking apples in my garden like Patrick Ewing.Trying to keep it moving,Till I'm centered on my own block... I just want to get away and jot,A story I decide to be the Author of and put a stop,To every single... Continue Reading →
Zombies.They're real as much as you don't want them to be.They're produced everyday,Grounded in their pain with a television screen,Glued to their palms… Soaking in the roots of their cause,Even as they walk,Worried more for the drip they've conceded to hoping to evolve!Into everything they won't be by stunting in front of all watching as... Continue Reading →
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