"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Beginnings of a poem can be hard.Especially,When all you want to do is see humanity crumble by its own karma.Humanity deserves every bit of it!,But,Who am I to open my mouth and alarm us?Too many Bel-air dreams with a will to farm a plant,Drink as many shots you can,With a pill in hand!No matter how... Continue Reading →
Expressing my feelings is something I forgot how to do throughout these past several lonely years of my life. How can you not when all you've known is anger for longer than you can remember? And it hardly ever gets better as I wrestle with one question. Is it even worth expressing what makes my... Continue Reading →
A troubled mind travels through wind tunnels of angst and despair,Colder than a night below 30° without a blanket in sight.Forever cursed by idle hands refusing to write their own life story… Yet,On a search it goes!A search that won't conclude unless you face yourself along every waning goal,It promised it'd never let go of…... Continue Reading →
Eyes glare at me as if I'm a museum exhibit.Stuck behind walls made of glass,But,The art I display is not for show while I fix my act and revitalize my waning spirit.Yet,Others stare,And stare,With a chuckle here and there,After witnessing what most in New York city call a tragedy.A pair of hole-ridden shoes with the... Continue Reading →
“Just do it…Just quit.” Says the voice in my head every time I set fire to another blunt. On most days, it feels like I’m setting fire to my own situation. No longer a joy as it was in the past. Sure, cannabis can be mind-blowing for some of us. But, in a world that... Continue Reading →
Riddle me this,Riddle me that,Goes the monster in my mind.Besetting my soul until I manifest my need for love into a burning blunt,As I roll down further through the hottest depths of this inferno I've created unintentionally.But,On some days,God tames that beast salivating for my flesh,Like tonight.A subtle growl here and there,Yet,My lips are sealed... Continue Reading →
Don’t know what to say,Think,Nor feel.Yet,Anger likes to rise up my spine and escape my mouth in sentences meant to detain another’s sanity.So often stuck in a cell,I can’t help but feel trapped in such hysterical realities.Lap topped with so many sticky notes reminding me of travesties,Like my demons monitoring my vanity,Through my fear of... Continue Reading →
Why do I feel the need to be angry? Maybe, Because I've been tricked to believe I'm exiled from experiencing the human touch by so, So many faces I'm disgusted to see whenever I close my eyes. So used to chasing tears instead of joyful moments when it all goes, Dark, After being told a... Continue Reading →
No secret.How humans desire the human touch.But,A fact kept hidden over fear of appearing too needy,Too fragile.Yet,Is it really?Is it weak to seek answers from a soul with scars that mirror open wounds you have no answer for?Is it weak to yearn for a hug before slipping into an abyss so hard to climb out... Continue Reading →
A battle no one gets to see unless I decide to reveal my wounds. And, Everytime I decided to, Most would misconstrue my true intentions, Miss the message, Only to con me with friendship dead in shallow waters since I could not accrue, Enough change in my pocket in time... But, Can you blame me... Continue Reading →
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