"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Ties,Ties,Ties!They just don't suit me right.Feels more like,A noose choking to death,The kind of tranquil man I yearn to become in a world ran by financial success and duress,And…A suit is not part of who I am,Nor ever will it be for as long as I hold a journal and a pen… It's the only... Continue Reading →
No one looks the same unless they're next to doppelgangers,But,Most are outrageously concerned with whom their colors match with after,Joining parties acting as a gang,More than a group looking out for the other within middle grounds often shattered,By everybody's need to be in front of lines where they see red,Leaving others blue over green without... Continue Reading →
What are we here to pursue?Is it a job where we dress in a suit,And a tie while we lie to ourselves and choose,Money over a dream we give an excuse,To put to the side for a bill,Painted with more falsehoods than truth? Obvious,Isn't it?What do you think of more often than dollars printed in,Infrared... Continue Reading →
Trying to get it back no matter the obstacle.Tired of walking with a mind where thoughts are prodigal.Nowadays,I'd rather crawl to places where all views are tropical.So,It's time to get topical,Kicking habits harder than a wall where I've doxed a few… Heads I wouldn't mind crushing in real time,Instead of drawing vivid images of their... Continue Reading →
At this point,I know I'll never find love again.I mean,I'm boring with a tendency to repent for my sins after gaining some sense,On what's more important in life.And,Most women I've encountered aren't into that… Especially,If you're a broken man!Like me.With zero dollars in a bank account to seize.Living with family that aren't family to me... Continue Reading →
Forgotten for the last decade,Unless I had poem in my pocket to pull out.Regardless of where I was in the city,A flock of other people chose to flap their wings with me,Until my flight became turbulent,Zig-zagging back and forth while crashing with blunt force into earth again.And again,And again,Each time a joint is lit by... Continue Reading →
Some people have so much money and material.Why?So busy distracting themselves from internal pain torturing them daily.Some are just addicted to drugs,While some are enthralled by a glossy image imprisoning their true character in a cell we,Ourselves,Tightly clutch in the middle of our palms.A cell we pray gives us every answer we seek in a... Continue Reading →
"If she wasn't a bitch, then she would understand why I'm not around so often," Jean said in response to his 4 year old daughter, In the 4 train, After asking why they don't get along in their broken apartment... "She thinks I'm a fuckin' bum as if she was born so flawless." Sitting across... Continue Reading →
Never did I think I'd live long enough to see dictionaries being rewritten, As well as language we've known for so many years. You've got to be kidding... I would call this country pussy, But, I'm the kind of cat to sit down and listen. To both sides, Since, I'm kind of tired of seeing... Continue Reading →
Run away, Run away, Run away. Is what I want do the moment that I wake. Not because I feel pain... Not because of any kind of internal hate. But, Because too much of "Them" are seen every. Single. Day... "Can I get a quarter?" Is the phrase, You will hear as soon as you... Continue Reading →
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