"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Church bell chimes flood both eardrums with a vision,Poured out from His fingertips in drip-drops of,Blood.Sweat.Tears.All mixed into a cherry red painting brighter than both cheeks when flushed by.The day He took his eyes off of a sky,Gleaming with a way out of an eternal abyss.Hoping to find beauty in an image He can bear... Continue Reading →
An Asylum of artists is,Where my soul belongs.Normal?I am not.More so abnormal with how I belch from a belly growling for a song,I and others can say to.Grateful,I am,To exist as an outcast while on an edge as fatal as,Every slip into an abyss we can't climb back from… It's a blessing,Really,More than a curse... Continue Reading →
My vitality lies within a poem ripped out from the ruins of a heart I don't often visit,As blood glistens on a palette I tap on visciously with an eisel out of madness.My lifeforce,A blessing,A gift I've adorned as a shield within war,I've never signed up for as I course through it with class… What... Continue Reading →
What I express so often,Would wake you up from mourning your dreams,Coughing up doubt while clearing a mind from a nightmare you've seen,Too many times when closing your eyes to the screech,Of a lie you've grown accustomed to… Of how you're not good enough.Of how you're not destined to fly over incoming gifts you were... 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 →
Hopping from one open mic to the next as the holidays arrive,You'll meet so many others looking for the same high.Not from a drug.Not from a drink nor attention from anyone!But,A dream.A dream we imagine from the second we open our eyes,To and throughout every hour we're asleep…The kind of high most are too afraid... Continue Reading →
Havana nights,On my mind,Like,Never before.But,I'm at a mic,With a line,Multiplied!So,That I can weather any storm.And…Reign over the eye,Keeping watch of my every move,Looking for the right opportunity to strike!Until I'm consumed by its inevitable pour… Blessed am I,To have cleared a sky,Pervaded by,Scrutinizing clouds blocking my view from a horizon,Revealing such tantalizing beauty,Anyone would fall... Continue Reading →
Demons in my mind have spoken to me quite often.I try my best not to listen.At times,I give in,But,I try my best to recind each deal I make with the Devil at rest in between each line I write to repel his existence,Away from a heaven I've been dutifully constructing.But,I can't lie.Nowadays,I feel weakened by... Continue Reading →
Transparent views transformed me more than my parents ever could.Being able to see through their lies was more helpful than,Trusting a set of skulls thicker than,The darkness they've set around my atmosphere everywhere I'd go.A truth unsettling for some,But,For me?A relief.Because,Blood,Has nothing to do with who you have the pleasure to call,Family.See,Family is a special... Continue Reading →
What are we here to pursue?Is it a job where we dress in a suit,And a tie while we lie to ourselves and choose,Money over a dream we give an excuse,To put to the side for a bill,Painted with more falsehoods than truth? Obvious,Isn't it?What do you think of more often than dollars printed in,Infrared... Continue Reading →
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