"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
My pen,Surrounded by an array of instruments,Is instrumental to my survival.It's a different kind of music,For ears of a broken soul losing,It's touch with reality through bridal concessions.Broken by an ebb and flow dissipating smoke covering their hidden potential,Through words I sing from the cries of my retinas.Converting darkness into light I've needed to drive... Continue Reading →
Artist:Lost,Broken souls in search of meaning through mediums I call a gift and a curse.One can either sketch a drawing making eyes squint in disgust,Or widen eyes elated by the beauty they've immersed themselves in.A painter can either paint a picture framing a grin on your face,Or stain your mind with the kind of darkness... Continue Reading →
Too often have I been struck by the whiplash of a serpent's tail.I'd like to think that I was an angel who was born with broken wings,Raised by chimeras in my given fable,But,I,Too,Was a monster cleansed of my depravity.What else can one expect being part of a defective family?I had no other choice,But,To deviate from?Love?Was... Continue Reading →
Guitars I don't strum,But,I pull on heart strings,Making anybody sing to the beat of their own drums.A musician I'm not,But,Making someone smile is instrumental to my life while I find a reason to live without much,To my name.After all,I' an artist full of pain,Painting a picture for anyone looking for more than a moment to... Continue Reading →
Love.Hardly shown until you're at the precipice of death.Whether it's your rotting flesh,Or,A dream you've decided to put to rest.Yet,The absence of affection is necessary for growth.When a tree grows,Some time is spent away from its presence until the leaves cry for water to overflow,What keeps them standing in place.Connected roots extending on their own,While... Continue Reading →
In love with a ghost of a woman I don't miss.A silhouette without a face I refuse to recognize.Why?Do I do this to myself when I'd rather be by,Myself.Floating through a jazzy city where my mind keeps roaming through,All kinds of tunes,So that I can finetune,Thoughts replaying the same old songs I've grown tired of.It's... Continue Reading →
Stormy nights call for a song to be sung,From the deepest parts of your bowel,About all that is foul,In a life where the crows scowl,At every smile you glitter towards a night sky empty of stars… Ask youself.What reigns over your mind at the sound of thunder?Is it all who plunder your joy for a... Continue Reading →
Supervening intentions cloud His mind as his eyes feast upon a table littered with gold he'd never seen before.Should he dab and dip?He asked.With a stash and print,His fingertips on what was already dirty in the first place? Self-made,Is the dream.But,A shell made of a thief,Is what was left in place in a mind who... Continue Reading →
When I hold you in my arms,I want you to feel as secure as,Every note you play on a piano tuning out what makes you cry.I want to be the song you sing to brighten your day as soon as,You open your eyes.When I hold your hands,I want you to feel warmth you snuggle into... Continue Reading →
Interstellar!Dimensions while I'm in a cellar.Not to mention,Every dead letter,From everyone who would not address me,Correctly,As I'm dead set on an adventure,I haven't seen many make it out of,Alive… I'm deaf to the soundwaves of doubt.While others keep surfing on the net,I'm caught by a different kind of cloud,Only everyone chosen can see.No other choice,But,To... Continue Reading →
