Some Accidents Aren’t Accidental – day 82, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Never did I think that I'd become too busy to dwell inside of my room to write a poem and post it on time, but here we are. My apologies for seeming as if I've been taking days off. After recovering from what could've been a tragedy a few months back, I've been filling up... Continue Reading →

Riptides… Day 4

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 →

Sands Of Love

Love… At what point are we supposed to give it away with a set of conditions attached?All I know is,After applying conditioner to a scalp rinsed of yesterday's troubles,Nothing's smoother than each strand of hair gliding along callused hands… Maybe,Certain prerequisites were required before I graduated from "higher" learning…Bottles of Remy were not the solution... Continue Reading →

None Of It

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 →

Dark Knight Coaster

Rollercoaster rides are exhilarating for the first few laps.Flowing through a wind tunnel drying every tear dropping over memories from your recent past.But,Every ride is different,As I'm strapped to a rollercoaster seemingly infinite.With so many loops I have to wrap around,I've gotten sick of making laps allowing for another trip into a damnation I refuse... Continue Reading →

Ain’t Mad Anymore!

All the noise stopped when I chipped a tooth pulling teeth to bring It to an end.This,Vortex of smoke I've spun inside of for too many years of my life,Chipping away at my flesh!Piece by piece.Making sure the torture is painful and slow.But,Not once do I wince as I endure the sting of Hell.As numb... Continue Reading →

Spilling One’s Gut 5 – The Final Act

New age lies used to clutter my mind until I,Realized the truth.How most people willingly sugarcoat their bitter hearts with sweet inaccuracies when telling their story,Just to feel good for the moment!As they close their eyes before things become visually gory…I would know,Because,I've done it back when I didn't have a backbone when confronting each... Continue Reading →

Crematorium

Home feels like,An ash tray where we litter our bridges lit by the embers we ignite,Whether it's the sunshine or,Mary Jane wrapped in a sheet of anger you choose to let simmer and burn her… Left in the dust!Was I,Within a home I could never call my own,As my old soul grew aware of the... Continue Reading →

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