"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
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 →
Seduced by the Matrix your body jails me inside of.Your smile,Those breasts,That ass,A trinity I've been devoured by,As I wonder why,I'm the One you chose.I'm,Frozen in place.Everytime I get a whiff of your luscious scent,I quake.Tremble as my nose gets closer to your center.And,A fast I don't need to eat what you provide when your... Continue Reading →
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 →
Feels like it will never end, the suffering. The internal carnage between who I really want to be versus what others envision me as. A disease seeping out of my pours, transforming into new fixations I never thought would cripple me on most nights. It's not the weed, nor the booze. Now? It's a plate... Continue Reading →
What's hidden in plain sight,Will come to light,When most begin to read in between every line within this playwright called,Life.All my time,Is now dedicated to the raw might of faith,A pen and piece of paper for every night I've grown tired of wasting.Why?… I mean,Why get closer to the one enclosure below us where,Endless souls... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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