"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Hazy vision.Dazed and confused from each hit of cannabis in thought of my wrongfully made decisions.It's what I get for choosing fake friends while chasing after a distant ex,Sealing windows of opportunities concealing faith once filling up my chest… It's about time I lace up and get it back,Instead of laced bud in dirty bags,Only... Continue Reading →
Twenty days without smoking Mary Jane. What an accomplishment for a man like me who couldn't stop smoking until a tragedy happened. But, at this point, I'm just confused. So, so confused as to how I'm supposed to be living my life. Friends? I would love some. Family? I already have, but I feel like... Continue Reading →
An apology is not worthy enough to explain how bad I feel… So many promises were made knowing I would most likely not be able to honor them at all. Most of my time has been spent stressing, yelling about the audacities of life we all have to deal with when push comes to shove.... Continue Reading →
Good Mornings are foreign to me,As I rather have a good day instead of continously mourning,What I could've been.Because,God placed me here for a reason I shouldn't miss,As I hit another joint knowing every glaring risk.I guess,It's the effect of a near-death moment,Where you're all alone in,A glass house shattering on top of you.Shards of... Continue Reading →
To be honest,I'm not sorry that I'm not sorry.Perfect I never was,But,A flawed human being like everybody else is.As selfless as I've been,I can be selfish.Matter of fact,I must be!After every ounce of pain I've dealt with,I must seize!Any care I had left for what people think of me.So,Are you,The reader,Ready for truths I was... Continue Reading →
There's not much I can really say,Being that I still don't want to live till this day.A feeling I've felt ever since the 5th grade,Going on to middle school where I was nothing!But,An outcast to pick on just to feel entertained.And,It didn't matter if I was home,Or,At school,It was all the same.A target for whomever... Continue Reading →
Maybe,My palms are hesitant to write every single day because,I fear my true feelings will keep driving others away like they've already done.So,Each time I sit up trying to encourage myself to write a poem,I just,Lay broken.Soaking my spirit in tears from not doing what my heart truly wants to do.And that's just…Sitting in silence.With... Continue Reading →
Exhausted. Tired. fatigued. Depleted. Empty. However you want to put it, there aren't any words out there to describe how bone-weary you'll get by endlessly dwelling on mistakes you can't rewind and undo. Once it's done, whatever it is, it's final. What's done is forever stamped into history books only your inner child can read... Continue Reading →
Dying isn't easy because,You have to remain silent within a grave.Gravel?The blindfold from sun rays revealing a hideous face,Worn to the point of no return while gazing into limbo.From a window fogging up by blunts of endo as I get low…Like,The window next to me that's been closed…But I,Understand how it's my consequence for snooping... Continue Reading →
Forgotten for the last decade,Unless I had poem in my pocket to pull out.Regardless of where I was in the city,A flock of other people chose to flap their wings with me,Until my flight became turbulent,Zig-zagging back and forth while crashing with blunt force into earth again.And again,And again,Each time a joint is lit by... Continue Reading →
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