"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Insanity!How others splash onto me in thought of their own vanity.But,It's what I'm here for,After all.To provide a sense of relief when life becomes a bit too hot to handle.Rather than swimming inside of their own perilous mind,They can take a dip inside of love I yearn to provide while seagulls squawk above Me.While sunrays... Continue Reading →
Is it real?Is it fake?Who knows anymore?But,What does it matter,Anyway?Because,As old and tragic as the "news" gets,We still treat each other like,That view full of darkened hues our eyes wish to forget.Like,Gleaming bright colors on a canvas we paint over for an image we end up throwing out before the paint ever sets.The only disaster... Continue Reading →
My first birthday completely sober from any substance!What can I say?I'm grateful for the walk God put me on instead of staying slumped in,A ditch I thought I'd never climb out of after tripping over so many bumps on a road where running is not an option.A road where a slow pace wins the race... Continue Reading →
Worrying is more exhausting than carrying the weight of your problems on your shoulders.Worrying is like,Letting your soufflé bake in your oven for thirty minutes longer than you should've left it.The taste it leaves in your mouth is rancid.It takes form as an empty stomach too busy growling to be satiated,Killing your appetite for life... Continue Reading →
Fat again!But,Who am I to blame anyone else besides the man ordering a slice too many?Oh,How I'd love to scorn everyone who's hurt me.Any one igniting the kind of anger convincing me to be beligerant.Nonetheless,What good does that do for anyone?Isn't that just a burst of energy imploding all that's good within a core that... Continue Reading →
Every poem is a bandaid placed on a wound until it heals.Blood drips,And drips,On a page onto the next until the stains disappear in what I call a field,Of dreams,Our souls manifest against all odds.To be a poet means,To put an end to your facade,And,Face everything that makes you cry.Until you smile internally,Externally.Excavating every ounce... Continue Reading →
Past,Present,Future!Just,Godzilla in a different costume.Beasts to be feared depending on the occasion.But,Nowadays,I'm not afraid of either.What were once a malevolent force in my mind,Are now humps in memory I stroll past,Benign,Left behind...What does it mean to look ahead,Stay in the moment,Think about what happened several years back when,I can just be what I was intended... Continue Reading →
Maybe,I'm still scarred because of the way you left me.How stone-faced you were in sight of my tears.How happy you were to tell me,"I don't love you anymore,"While I was shattering into pieces right in front of you.Maybe,That's why I mistreat a body I'd rather not be inside of on most days.Because of your delight... Continue Reading →
"Protest,Protest!"What's the point when those you're protesting against,Have soundproof walls,Windows,Doors,You name it.Anything to cancel out noise no one needs to make in,A world we already have control over?How can you expect to be heard when,We don't ever bother to listen to each other as we do our best to move forward?The progress those on the... Continue Reading →
Luster of moonlight radiating off of splattered blood will blind most who come across it.I,For one,Would rather admire the one Tulip that wasn't stained on a battlefield I've never fought in.The world may be as ugly as our darkest desires,But,That doesn't mean beauty doesn't surround us everywhere we go.Just,A choice we're given the minute we... Continue Reading →
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