"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
An oddball,Thrown against a wall often.Forced to feel the cracks,Until my skin was pried open.But,Every scar you see is a painting made by God,For you to witness and be inspired,By pain we all suffer regardless if we desire to,Or not… I'm okay with that,I accept it.As you should as well,Instead of,Leaning over wishing wells,Throwing pennies... Continue Reading →
So silent.The only thing audible are the lights that stay on,Out of my control.Nothing can be heard beyond the entryway.Soundproof.Just what a poet desires… The bittersweet sounds of nothingness combined with each cry from my inner-child is,Something to behold.A joyous occasion experienced once in a blue moon,For a soul searching for,Space… Space from a world... Continue Reading →
Parlous, is it? To allow your soul to be gripped by the vices of death. Vice grips handed down to you by Demons whom convinced your mind to think thoughts of doubt and destruction God foreshadowed through your recent decisions... Yet, what other choice do we have but to trip and fall, learning all of... Continue Reading →
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