"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Sometimes, Poems can be small, Even if we have so much to say. Because, Silence overrides anything you would like to do, When all you feel at the moment, Is pain. Pain shooting up and down your spinal cord from working so hard on the hottest days. Pain stepping on your brittle toes, After walking... Continue Reading →
A stage, Is not a stage, But, A chamber of healing. I've bled. Lost my sense of hearing momentarily, As my voice box felt like it was coming to a close. All to pour out a tsunami that seemed virtually endless from the inner depths of my bleeding heart. But, One thing is for sure.... Continue Reading →
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