"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Family,That aren't family,Are never satisfied until you're pacified by their insanity.Can it be the worst thing to go through,When you're alone?Truth is,As tragic as it could've been when you're the one who's labeled useless,Their severance is a blessing in disguise,As you rip off the mask you've hid behind,And,Realize the image they're despised,Is an image you... Continue Reading →
Fruits of labor ripen when your frantic fingertips quit cherrypicking,On the basis of a sweettooth that never knows what is good for itself.Sometimes,Our hands must get dirtied by grinding through what we fear most.Facing what's scariest to our heart no matter how much faster it begins to beat.Smearing your palms in pine tar,Picking up that... Continue Reading →
Drifters have no place in the world,But,That's okay.We leave our marks,In a world so scarce of love,In hopes to leave a smile on someone's face.In hopes to change what we yearn to change,In hearts made of stone when staring into Medusa's gaze.The snake slithering in grass we often forget to cut.The bane of our existence... Continue Reading →
You can push me,Kick me,Stab me,Shoot me,But,I'll still stand up as long as I have an ounce of breath left.You may hate me,But,I love you either way as I keep my distance from your detestation for my existence.I refuse to be rattled by your desire to see my life buried by the debris from your... Continue Reading →
Church bell chimes flood both eardrums with a vision,Poured out from His fingertips in drip-drops of,Blood.Sweat.Tears.All mixed into a cherry red painting brighter than both cheeks when flushed by.The day He took his eyes off of a sky,Gleaming with a way out of an eternal abyss.Hoping to find beauty in an image He can bear... Continue Reading →
Never do I know where to begin,Nor,How to write it,Nor,How to address an engorged heart with a need to burst and shout…So much pain!Without knowing where to put it other than one place,A page,Where I've been having an abundance of doubt.Yet,Not once have I cared for the darkness shrouding my mind…I care to find an... Continue Reading →
I find myself asking often, "What am I doing with my life?" And, I don't really know why. I'm a writer, poet. I perform as many times as I possibly can throughout the week. I have a job allowing me the free time to be myself. What do I really have to complain about? Sure,... Continue Reading →
Sick and tired of,Being sick and tired.Although alcohol and weed are no longer parts of my life,I still struggle with food and lust.And,I abhore it so much more than you can ever imagine.Because,Any time I find myself free to write a poem,I get lost,Entrapped in the thought of what keeps me at my lowest.With only... Continue Reading →
Cupcakes,Candy bars,And,Ice cream seem innocent,Until,I raise the bar,And,Cut out anyone sugarcoating their solidarity in a melting pot,Most are simmered in… Just when you think things are sweet,They spoil when left on a shelf,Forgotten,While rotting in a Hell,Hotter than fire withheld in our pupils… Whoever's they to you!Democratic,Conservative,Independent,You choose!In the end,We all cook our food,On a... Continue Reading →
Memories pop into mind like,A game of Russian Roulette.Each one,Anxiety-ridden.Sweat beads down my forehead at every turn of events.Never do I know which one will coerce me to pull the trigger,But,I figured,It's a risk that must be taken.What other thrill do I have besides,Going through a photobook imprinted in my mind,As I pick at every... Continue Reading →
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