"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Papier-mâchéd love without being folded properly.Each crease mistaken for the right path visible for the entire world to witness.Unless a change is made,The old discarded for what's new and improved,We'll never be a sight-for-sore eyes to stare into,For comfort we've never been able to find in each other's presence.You've never wanted me,But,I've wanted you,Yet,I work... Continue Reading →
A band-aid can only hold on for so long.The wound may close up halfway after being worn after quite some time,But,Eventually,It'll be soaken entirely.Every corner discolored by a mistake too late to undo…Those who can't afford a replacement,What do they do?Bleed out until an infection occurs without any access to medicine?Surround themselves by doctors in... 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 →
People often search for a cure. A cure to heal the sorrows of loss, endings and confusion. Whether it’s the designated wine glass, grape Dutch Master or darkest memory, you use it to run away into illusions of happiness, when surely you know it’s temporary no matter how long it lasts. But, is there such... Continue Reading →
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