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Will I Survive? 2..

"Brush the dirt off of your shoulders! Can't do nothin' else!" Others would tell me as frequently as possible, even if their shoulders are stained worse than mine can ever be. But, as much as I despise the phrase, I do regardless of what I am told. With hands still cut open by the jagged... Continue Reading →

Press Decline, It’ll Change Your Life…

Honestly,Writing’s been quite different ever since I began my journey to sobriety.A journey where I don’t half-ass it like I’ve been for the past couple of years.Smoking my troubles away,As soon as I feel any kind of pain,While repeating to myself,“Today will be the day!”Yet,Can’t find the courage to ever let Mary Jane go.Even if... Continue Reading →

Keep The Fans Spinning

Life is always going to hit the fan.It will never be a breeze,Until you quit tripping over every hard truth we must all understand.How we aren’t perfect in any sense of the word,As we pay our price for every stand!Taken against ourselves regardless if what we’ve done is wrong while going home with blood on... Continue Reading →

Jolly Jinglez

Cheering myself up is a habit I haven’t practiced until now.Just,Sitting down,Taking in the deepest breath and being obsessed with what truly makes me happy.Whether it’s poetry begging to be spewed out from the inner depths of my gleaming soul,Or,Watching Dragon Ball Z even if I am “adult-years old”,Guilt seemed to have always shoot up... Continue Reading →

Landing On A Cushion

Sweet angelic visions of her remind him of thievery, Stealing his eye sight away from the sun's blockade of a glare to enter his twilight of lost possessions... She, The coin of his mere life, Obverse to his skin, Mind, Condense soul, Whispers in his ignorant ears, "Come back home, I need you..." No matter... Continue Reading →

Touch Of A Warrior

A Midas touch is what we all want, But, Can't make gold out of a box, Keeping us cooped up in mess we have wrought. Am I wrong?... Please let me know while I write songs, Coming from darkness I thought I had sawed off. A cloth I've been ripped off, Then stitched back on...... Continue Reading →

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