"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Sterile.Love seems to be.But,Believe it?I don't.More so refuse to regardless of how much one gloats,Over my continued stand-off against doubt I pummel by,Never giving up.So what?Let them be jealous as the sun sets and,Rises by the time they decide to jump a fence,Now too high for them to climb!Restless as I find strength in,A challenge... Continue Reading →
Today's piece is more of a statement than prose or a poem. There aren't many rhythms I can think of this very moment. All I can think of is escaping from a family that has lost its mind in ways I never thought would happen growing up as a lonely kid in the South Bronx.... Continue Reading →
Jealousy has a strange way of showing itself.A scoff.Eyes rolled.Sometimes held internally without anyone ever noticing,Maybe,Even an assault!But,No matter what form it manifests in,I still smile at the end of the day while I thank God for my blessings.How I no longer am a slave inside a train of smoke bound to crash.How I'm no... Continue Reading →
Family wouldn't make it a point to remind you how no one cares for your existence.Family would never cross lines you've set in sand to thwart off all kinds of maliciousness.Family would sooth your battle scars after every hit and miss,Regardless if you're wrong or right in whatever position you're in.So…Where was mine as my... Continue Reading →
Blood swirls down his tongue while it drips and paints an image of a maze made by his own Denial. A Denial he treats like a cloak of invisibility over his entire character. And, As I gazed into his self-induced demolition, I noticed he had bit his tongue when it was time to speak truths... Continue Reading →
Shy, Reserved and quiet I was as a curious kid growing past all Pain The South Bronx had to offer. Observing a family rife with internal turmoil from the get go. Yet, No matter how many fists were thrown, No matter how many times Grandma had called police during our lovely, 'Heartwarming' reunions every Sunday... Continue Reading →
Attention and Jealousy are demons you wouldn't want to fall for. Brick walls in your own journey that'll have you flipping over everything, Like parkour. Have you doing what you don't even like, Just to be around someone in particular for, Reasons only they know... Why walk the road of another based off of their... Continue Reading →
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