"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Regrets?I have none.All I am is a human who's mad enough!To throw my lighter against a pavement stepped on by so many others wearing shoes soaked in butane while having nothing,To lose.And,I could've been a part of that group….Of arsonists as my soul was often set ablaze by what was never true…Mary Jane along side... Continue Reading →
Sober thoughts are so exciting!Like,Being able to smile without feeling like a criminal on the loose.Like,A trip to Cold Stone just because I can with nothing inside of my ailing heart to lose… Often I scream for an abundance of freedom my inner child keeps demanding for good reason!Yet,Fear of a different life shrouds my... Continue Reading →
Sick…Of so many things!But,Mostly how we show each other love in the strangest of ways.Like,Our greetings on most days.Some start by saying,"Hey!How's everything?Hopefully you're doing swell!"Ending it there without a restraint even if they notice you aren't doing too well.You might even get a pat on the back,Maybe one on your ass,And!A big ole' middle... Continue Reading →
Haven't been good in what feels like,An aeon my inner child became too tired to keep on counting.Sick of waking up first thing in the morning doubting what I,Haven't yet attempted.Putting my phone aside to meditate after much needed bed rest.Breathing when I'm feeling anxious about when I need to do the next best thing,And... Continue Reading →
Poetry comes back into my life, full circle, every time I'm squared by trials and tribulations I so desperately need to conquer. Regardless of two shins bruised by a maddening search for peace and tranquility through a field of burning coal, I anticipate the relief I'll feel as soon as I take that first step... Continue Reading →
Squared up against a circle of people who I can only move forward from. Controlling my emotions are a must as I pray that my life doesn't spiral into a tornado of bitterness and hate without a single ounce of purpose to fill the void inside of my heart. Yet, even if I've acted more... Continue Reading →
Seems like my Heart,Soul and Spirit are dry of the Poetry they thirst for,But,They're there.Poems I'm demanded to excavate from ancient ruins of Faith I've been restoring with every stroke of my pen regardless of the amount of ink I choose to splatter on to,The grave of my past and present demons.Poems that will never... Continue Reading →
Smoking weed isn’t as special as others make it seem like. After a while you’ll find yourself asking, “Can’t I be doing something better for myself right now?” Usually where I end up at the end up like this moment finishing my first blunt of the day. Feels like my personal demons manifested in the... Continue Reading →
Jobs are hard to stay consistent with, at least for me. If there is no purpose my soul can find within any kind of structure of work, then by God will I rebuke it to the hottest flame Hell has to offer. But, as a top flight security guard in the boogie down, South Bronx,... Continue Reading →
Why is this rotten feeling inside of me whenever I'm not clouded by weed smoke?Why can't I just smile and enjoy the day without a teardrop or two drowning that possibility away?Most call it anxiety,But,Maybe it's my refusal to be myself in world that stopped inspiring me,The day my ex left me in dumpster of... Continue Reading →
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