"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
On some days,There are no words.Just,A thought you don’t want to have,Along a ball of angst ballooning inside of your chest,Until it pops!And,Takes you down with it,As hope begins deflating slowly,But surely.The one moment your demons find worthy to dance together,Hold hands and celebrate… Yet,Their celebration ends when you decide to shut off their stereo... Continue Reading →
On some days,There are no words.Just,A thought you don’t want to have,Along a ball of angst ballooning inside of your chest,Until it pops!And,Takes you down with it,As hope begins deflating slowly,But surely.The one moment your demons find worthy to dance together,Hold hands and celebrate… Yet,Their celebration ends when you decide to shut off their stereo... Continue Reading →
Turning up in a hood where everyone is having lows, I fold my hands away from those playing their cards in a certain way. Hanging out with those at the corner will keep you cornered and you won't even know it throughout Night and Day! Yea, Burning through a joint while sipping a cup full... Continue Reading →
Poetry. I'm sorry that some taint your heartwarming palms with Deceit... Canting deceit some sugarcoat as Social Justice in order to reach a certain feat... A feat like, How many records have they sold? Or, How many hits can they make in a row? Or, How much money can they make until they lay in... Continue Reading →
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