"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Sin.The flesh loves it so much.Quite frankly,I don't see anything else it adores.Just being in my own body,Feeling what it craves,Is enough proof for me to know God is real while watching my every move.And,As I fall,And fall,And,Fall time and time again,All I desire is to cleanse my spirit of this atrocity.Lust…What a demon it... Continue Reading →
My foot isn't in searing pain,The same way God has ordained my body to feel.How?I have no idea.My habits have been quite the same,With a small change here and there while I read a,Story I wish I were living along a sweet cup,Of lies I've been drinking anytime I need a,Break from reality...But,Who am I... Continue Reading →
Bewildered by the thought of Her enjoying her time right this second.While my heart,Mind and soul is cluttered by doom.Yet,I've fallen out of love years ago.How pathetic!Holding myself in contempt as a man doing his best to kill that version of himself,Who only knows how to destroy his own spirit.Left wondering why I'm even alive,Still…Feels... Continue Reading →
Seduction.The art of a Harlot,Whether or not heir weary palms are forced for production,Of a dollar withholding debt,Owed to women and men,Hoping to suffice in other ways besides an hour in bed just,To live a quiescent life where no smiles are had…Where love dies in the hands,Of a soul who's already dead inside… My prudence... Continue Reading →
Out of rubble comes an idea sprouting from the darkest depths of one's torchered soul.Even seeds drowned in the dirtiest water full of all kinds of bacteria grows,Beauty as profound as a broken heart being pieced back together while,Discovering it's worth lost within a pile of criticism thrown their way.Soil we've thought to be dead,Resurrects... Continue Reading →
Beautiful would be the only way to describe you.A blessing it was to rub your shoulders down and remind you of that.I'm saddened how you were made to feel ugly,While deteriorating in front of everyone to see.But…Your image is way too far from horrendous to me.My only grandmother,Who cared to love my existence regardless of... Continue Reading →
Wind blows by as loud as engines roar on a breezySpring night.Footsteps pound concrete like,Emptied Corona bottles falling on to a ground where roses refuse to grow,Where grass often dies.Palms sway back and forth,Back and forth,Holding on to each other as loose as we close our eyes,When we're forced to hear each other's outcry.Around here,No... Continue Reading →
There goes one response,Then,Two.A possible third that never comes through.Silence…A message as direct as it gets as I end up conversing with the journal I write in.Friendship?Is an old idea I try not to buy into,Anymore,Now that I've had all I can take.The pain of being ignored is an ache I feel in every bone... Continue Reading →
You can push me,Kick me,Stab me,Shoot me,But,I'll still stand up as long as I have an ounce of breath left.You may hate me,But,I love you either way as I keep my distance from your detestation for my existence.I refuse to be rattled by your desire to see my life buried by the debris from your... Continue Reading →
Sick and tired of,Being sick and tired.Although alcohol and weed are no longer parts of my life,I still struggle with food and lust.And,I abhore it so much more than you can ever imagine.Because,Any time I find myself free to write a poem,I get lost,Entrapped in the thought of what keeps me at my lowest.With only... Continue Reading →
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