Being around women while drunk and high was a different experience compared to being sober.Now that I've spent significant time away from Mary Jane,I've lost my touch with the ladies.A problem I'm sure Dr. Morgan wouldn't be able to fix.(Dr. Pepper chasing down Captain Morgan for those who don't know).And,It's disheartening,Especially when I'm at an... Continue Reading →
Different Kind Of Sprung – Day 319, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Sometimes I wonder if a woman will ever fall in love with me again.But,Nowadays I'm not so worried for a what-if,I have no control over.I'm quite sprung from the recoils of love when I walk outside,AndGreet another.Compliment someone's jazzy music tunes ringing bells inside of my eardrums.Being gregarious more often than being reclusive.The truth is,I'm... Continue Reading →
Blinding Lights – Day 318, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
I see you from a far,And,Wonder who you are,Deep down inside as I notice every scar,So beautiful to me...But,As soon as you get close enough,The brighter it becomes when I get blinded by the ring,I didn't place on a hand I want to hold close to me...A queen is what I see,Every time I lay... Continue Reading →
Love’s On The Edge – Day 317, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Love.Hardly shown until you're at the precipice of death.Whether it's your rotting flesh,Or,A dream you've decided to put to rest.Yet,The absence of affection is necessary for growth.When a tree grows,Some time is spent away from its presence until the leaves cry for water to overflow,What keeps them standing in place.Connected roots extending on their own,While... Continue Reading →
Peanut Butter And Jelly – Day 316, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are best eaten when the spread is thick.Globs of pure happiness being mushed around taste buds jumping around in excitement,Ecstasy.After countless days refraining from eating such sweet delicacies life has to offer,Balancing out the salty moments.But,What happens when all you have on your kitchen countertops,Inside the fridge,Are containers of PB... Continue Reading →
Role Reversal – Day 315, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Bad is good,Good is bad.Roles were reversed as soon as the "plan-demic" was put into play.As soon as we became desensitized to loving one another past what we could,And,Could not do for ourselves.As soon as "self-love" became more of a priority than holding each other's hand when wading through muddy waters,As muddy as our hearts... Continue Reading →
Silhouettes Without A Face – Day 313, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Standards of beauty are as unrealistic as our need to feel beautiful.After all,It's not our looks that will satiate our hunger to attract the eyes of our soulmate.It's our smile when alone,Dealing with pain no one else is aware of,Besides yourself.The happiness you shine across the room needing no one's company,But,Your own...If glossy lips,Curvy hips,Rings... Continue Reading →
Selfless Fingertips – Day 312, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
An epiphany was had by the time I laid my head back down before going in for my double shifts at work for the weekend:"What will I ever gain by overworking a voice growing tired of speaking what someone,Somewhere may need to hear when they've grown too weary?"Rest.Pacing myself.Is what I've needed more than an... Continue Reading →
Through The Valley – Day 311, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Endless valleys.Darkness rising is eternal,Yet,I rally.Till the sun sets again,And again,Through dreams I gladly allow to overflow,And,Look past each sin that will die easier than I've once believed...Here I am.Gleaming through the exellence of his love.Every tear he's given,Has become an ocean to drink from,Anytime I'm thirsty because of droughts I've caused by the whiplash... Continue Reading →
Forgot To Do My Laundry – Day 310, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Redressing my wrong doings in a fashion I'm confortable with is not what my focus should be.I can change my jacket all I want,But,It won't stop me from getting soaked in pouring rain,As acidic as each tear dropping from my cheeks,Flushed by bad calls all of us make once in a while.I'd rather wear the... Continue Reading →