A Weedy Mind – Day 1, Again

It's just like me!To start something and put it off until the next.It's not surprising!How I'm already starting over with Day 1,Again.I challenged myself to write Poetry everyday,But,It became another promise my own demons sentenced to,Death… Nonetheless,I'm still trying.I'm still writing up another line,Hard enough to punch through each wall in my head.Not many choices... Continue Reading →

I Just Think Differently – Day 2

There's not much I can really say,Being that I still don't want to live till this day.A feeling I've felt ever since the 5th grade,Going on to middle school where I was nothing!But,An outcast to pick on just to feel entertained.And,It didn't matter if I was home,Or,At school,It was all the same.A target for whomever... Continue Reading →

Unconventional Freedoms

Dazed in a jungle of concrete.Sweat violently drips down onto its ground like acid burning through a sheet of paper.Frustrated,As I strike the walls of a shell I've been trapped inside of for longer than what I can be remembered.But,Now?Light peeks through each hole with each swing.With each cling.With each moment I choose to fight... Continue Reading →

Stars And Banners

No one cares for the woes of a Man.But,It doesn't bother me.All it is,Is an anchor for a mind swimming inside of muddy waters while "bombs keep bursting!"Why get caught in crossfire heat-seeking starry eyes burning for a life turning upside down from the same anthem you keep rehearsing?Under lights where most voices crack under... Continue Reading →

Adhesives Stick

Acid tears keep dripping as she refutes wiping them away.While her lips flap in laughter,Mine are sealed by common adhesives we all call,Pain…Worst of all,I've wanted to die for so long,And…No one sees me as a soul worthy enough to,Save…Neither do I,So,Why should they?…

Gates Of Valor

Meticulous in thought during moments my mind should be blank.Moments where my hands should be moving faster than a heart beat speeding up from a lack of funds,Gone away in smoke burning blunt after blunt.But,There's just so much pressure on my shoulders.Feels like the weight of everything I must do is crushing me as I... Continue Reading →

Forgiving Myself

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 →

Mary Jane Who? (Repost)

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 →

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