The Old Me Again – Freewrite #40

All I can be is grateful for waking up and being given another chance to find myself and be who I truly am, whoever that is. Because, no matter of what I think and do, whoever I’ve become today is a person no one wants to deal with at any level in their lives… Being... Continue Reading →

Burnout!

Burnout is definitely real,According to my heart and mind so exhausted from uttering a single sentence,Alongside a voice hurting for some silence.A voice urging me to keep quiet before it blows!And,Leaves my life scattered on the ground in more pieces than I can ever count.It just,Took longer than it should've,My escape from my own mental... Continue Reading →

Bed Of Bones

Authenticity in a city all about broadway?As rare as love for a man deleted from a world grown wicked.As rare as a hug for a man of action rather than an act unsuitable for his true character.As rare as forgiveness from any!For a man who seeks repentance others fear to undergo.But,Why?A question I quit asking... Continue Reading →

Rotten Applez

Knowledge. Is it really power? Or, A curse we can't seem to process? In a world so black and white, Either in the wrong or Right, Who am I to stamp what is truth where they only care about a profit? Take a look around you! Answer for most is to make an extra dollar... Continue Reading →

Closed Curtain

Going against the grain, You must purify your mind, To fly like a dove and, Live a better life! But, How? Is what I'm asking. I'm found in another puzzle! What are the chances? Conformity. More like Cons forming weak standards followed by the masses, And, They don't even know it! Never do they notice,... Continue Reading →

Just, Pray

Kind of feels like Human love in this day & age is artificially flavored just like a big ole' sugary packet of Sourpatch Kids, doesn't it? A concrete jungle where every step is bittersweet as you witness one tragedy after another. Whether it be a Pigeon who had lost its legs, no longer able to... Continue Reading →

There’z A Bulb Inside Of That Abyss

I have a crepuscular soul, Some would say. Dim, By so many natures. Yet, Light is still seen within every corner of my Horizon... Most lay imprisoned within their own Darkness. Whether or not they call it New York City, A concrete jungle, Or, Their own hearts and minds... I. Just. Refuse to do so.... Continue Reading →

Rebel Without A Cause

On mornings where my fingers can't paint a picture, I refer to what my dreams and nightmares have to offer. Especially during times where my heart doesn't seem to become any softer... Regardless, I foster my confidence as a prophet in a city where devils run the scene, While rebels act with cameras in hand... Continue Reading →

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