"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Sobriety feels like a knife being stuck in the middle of my palms,During nights where my soul isn't calm.How badly I want a drink,Or a smoke,I cannot describe while I dive into past poems I wrote,As a reminder to never give up… Giving up on myself is the last thing I desire!But,I can't help but... Continue Reading →
On most nights,I don't believe I will ever be loved,Again.Difficult it is to think as I live my life through a journal and a pen.It's a hard-knock life I don't regret.After all,It's the only thing I know how to do while I flow from a chest,Inflated by hope while exhaling my sins… I'm not perfect.Like... Continue Reading →
"Get up!"My mind yells yet,Can't find the motivation to rise fast enough.I don't know why,Nor do I care to find out.I'm exhausted from trying to find a reason to move forward.I just…Want to jump to my feet,And,Wash my face without contemplating why I'm even awake,Asking myself If I'll ever be happy again or,If I'll ever... Continue Reading →
Moments like these,When I look back at who I used to be,I get so amazed at my former self and how hard He worked for his dream.How much of a trendsetter He became on a scene,Full of poets,Hearts broken,Trying to figure out how to put the pieces back together and,Sing.In unison no matter what division... Continue Reading →
Never will I know why God keeps calling for me to enter his presence.A walk that has felt like stepping on burning charcoal,With feet as bare as my soul being stripped of its darkest essence.A path making me feel more depressed than,I'ver ever been compared to my,Loneliest nights underneath a glass home full of empty... Continue Reading →
Blood.Water.Neither is more important then thy father,Even if you don't believe in His existence.It's not a matter of opinion,With enough evidence surrounding us in a world getting darker by the second… Don't know about you,But,I find myself alone in the flesh.Canopied by a storm of lies anytime I try to sleep on a bed.Soaked by... Continue Reading →
Transparent views transformed me more than my parents ever could.Being able to see through their lies was more helpful than,Trusting a set of skulls thicker than,The darkness they've set around my atmosphere everywhere I'd go.A truth unsettling for some,But,For me?A relief.Because,Blood,Has nothing to do with who you have the pleasure to call,Family.See,Family is a special... Continue Reading →
Limping your way past the wire is vastly superior to,Never making it at all.Whether you're parasitic or a hermit,Recluse,Prying eyes and ears aren't worth bawling over while you crawl,In pain,With so much to lose… Yea,So what if there is no one cheering for you on the sidelines?Life is not a sport!At any second,You might die,And,Get... Continue Reading →
Stirring the pot,Was a burial plot,While I was smoking a lot,Of what I never needed in a life full of murkier spots,I've been busy trying to make a painting out of,Instead of choosing to rot,Inside of a self-made prison created by dirtier thoughts,Washing away with every tear that I drop,In good faith… I know I... 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 →
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