Wind Tunnels

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 →

Nights At The Museum

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 →

Riddles, Riddles, Riddles…

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 →

Run! Before You Get Burned…

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 →

I Ain’t See Anything

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 →

Top Secret!

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 →

Modern Day Hancock (Continued)

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 →

Modern Day Hancock

Debilitating. To walk outside with a fistful of frustration punching against the walls of your chest. To be amongst other souls who deny your light while labeling it dim, When really, It's darkness protruding through your pours attempting to devour every glimmer of hope. Because, I don't want to feel this crippling anxiety, Yet, It's... Continue Reading →

A Battle I Might Win

I’ve been devoured by Anger.Chewed for decades,Finally spat out…Maybe,I’ve become a bit too bitter for its liking.Maybe,With how sour I’ve been,I’ve become more acidic than it can ever handle… All I hope for is,That my skin has gone stale on Anger’s tongue.That I carry flavors so foreign to its taste buds,It’ll never realize what hit... Continue Reading →

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