"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 →
To be,Or not to be?Is never the question now that I am.I've accepted how God molded me into the writer I was hesitant to be.No matter how nervous I was at the Monday mic,I pulled through.Tuesday was a hit and miss,But,Two mics on a Wednesday gave me the spark to tear each house down.Thursday's set... Continue Reading →
Stains.Cuts.Bruises.All represent your will to persevere through it all.Every night you've bawled,From the thought of everyone leaving you during your toughest moments.Every night you've stepped on a stage while heckled by the hopeless.Every morning you've went to work no matter how much you've despised a job paying for each show,And,A meal your closest friends weren't... Continue Reading →
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are best eaten when the spread is thick.Globs of pure happiness being mushed around taste buds jumping around in excitement,Ecstasy.After countless days refraining from eating such sweet delicacies life has to offer,Balancing out the salty moments.But,What happens when all you have on your kitchen countertops,Inside the fridge,Are containers of PB... 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 →
Open mics are exhausting.Full of so many personalities,Opportunities,And,Support most of us don't feel like we deserve.The chance to observe reasons why we're so hard on ourselves.Dreams we're blessed to witness come alive,As well as doe for reasons we may never know.But,It's a sign worthwhile.An adventure for a drifter with no table to place his journal... Continue Reading →
Never did I think that I'd become too busy to dwell inside of my room to write a poem and post it on time, but here we are. My apologies for seeming as if I've been taking days off. After recovering from what could've been a tragedy a few months back, I've been filling up... Continue Reading →
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