"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Life's been pretty simple,Yet,Seemingly pointless.I've been doing the usual:Open mics,Open mics,And some more open mics,Yet I've performed less due to how I've been feeling.Monday was straight forward at KGB.Showed up after a twenty-nine and sixty-something cent meal at Burger Head.Paid for my seven dollar mini bottle of Canada Dry soda water.Sat down inside of the... Continue Reading →
Open mics,And,Solo dinner dates have filled my schedule more often than taking the time to take care of myself the way God wants me to.Delayed blog posts are the result,As well as poems written by eighty percent of my true potential.I can't seem to figure out why,As my nights become longer,And,My days shorter.Is it time... Continue Reading →
I don't believe I'll ever experience true love,Again.Maybe,I'm bound to die alone,Withering away inside of a casket pigeons try their best to pick at.But,I can't help it.Lost,Is the art of catching a woman's attention.Still the same man as I used to be,Yet,Not as handsome as others found me years ago.What happened?...Why am I no good?...Earlier... Continue Reading →
What is the point of me still being alive when I hold no connection to any living thing?Literally.All I do is wake up.Contemplate my vices,How I should quit them as I proceed to clean my face and room for my daily sit down with weed in one hand and,A heart full of pain regardless of... Continue Reading →
The same, the same, the same, the same, the same! That's just how it's been for the past few weeks and it's driving me insane. I may have reached two months without smoking marijuana, but something is still missing. A part of myself still seems to be AWOL without ever wanting to come back… All... Continue Reading →
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