An Odd Bawl – Day 81, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

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 →

Doctored Doom, Day 5

An escape is what I've needed.Not another joint full of weed leading,To a high so egregious,As I would rather lay low and carry on defeating!Every nagging thought keeping me away from what I truly love… Poetry,A pen and pad along side a good reason.To never give up on myself instead of listening to demons hoping... Continue Reading →

Birth Of A Burning Image

Writers are creators of many worlds no other can sketch on a canvas darker than their inner thoughts.Worlds full of light,Of some kind,For every heart aching from the pain of asking,Why?Why me?Because,As much as we want a story where there's not a single sting,From bleeding wounds we must feel forcing us to think,About more than... Continue Reading →

Enough Is Enough – Freewrite #51

Exhausted. Tired. fatigued. Depleted. Empty. However you want to put it, there aren't any words out there to describe how bone-weary you'll get by endlessly dwelling on mistakes you can't rewind and undo. Once it's done, whatever it is, it's final. What's done is forever stamped into history books only your inner child can read... Continue Reading →

Amara’s Light

Love.What does love become in a world where Good and Evil have switched sides?In a world where,It's light blinds,Revealing every path you shouldn't take?Concealing every blessing in your hands,As darkness illuminates your hidden pain… Love.Just,Why do I push it back into its resting place?When all I want is for Love to come my way… Seems... Continue Reading →

Feel The Breeze!

Got to stay cool…Got to stay calm…Nowadays,When I'm on the move,I try to sing a different song.A different tune my head can bop along to.Lost…I have been!But,If I was being honest?It isn't so bad if you keep your mind off it!You know…Everything you dwell about from the top,Of the morning,Even if your inner child's yelling,"Stop... Continue Reading →

Adhesives Stick

Acid tears keep dripping as she refutes wiping them away.While her lips flap in laughter,Mine are sealed by common adhesives we all call,Pain…Worst of all,I've wanted to die for so long,And…No one sees me as a soul worthy enough to,Save…Neither do I,So,Why should they?…

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