"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Godzilla's Been Moody - Day 184, Never Give Up On Your DreamzPast,Present,Future!Just,Godzilla in a different costume.Beasts to be feared depending on the occasion.But,Nowadays,I'm not afraid of either.What were once a malevolent force in my mind,Are now humps in memory I stroll past,Benign,Left behind...What does it mean to look ahead,Stay in the moment,Think about what happened... Continue Reading →
Maybe,I'm still scarred because of the way you left me.How stone-faced you were in sight of my tears.How happy you were to tell me,"I don't love you anymore,"While I was shattering into pieces right in front of you.Maybe,That's why I mistreat a body I'd rather not be inside of on most days.Because of your delight... Continue Reading →
The future is the future,The past is the past,The present is the present.All intertwined,Yet,Within separate lines of existence.Either or cannot draw breath without the other,But,Singling one out will demolish your mind and cover,Your sanctity in debris from the destruction of peace you claim to covet… Prying your future will delay an image you'll fail to... Continue Reading →
Past,Present,Future,How does it all work?How do they all intertwine?The wounds interwoven with a stitch received in each phase of time.If you ask me,We're all grains of sand,Within an hour glass,Being squeezed through the middle of what lies,Between a top and bottom assimilating into what the other was when the script of our life,Is flipped in... Continue Reading →
A bulldozer is what I intend to be.Obstacles are a part of life,And,It's our job to run them over.Some never clock in,But,I'm locked in and see past the lack of acceptance.Whether or not others forgive me,I forgive myself for what I did in my rocky past,Moving on from the horrid man I was becoming.There's no... Continue Reading →
What is the point of me still being alive when I hold no connection to any living thing?Literally.All I do is wake up.Contemplate my vices,How I should quit them as I proceed to clean my face and room for my daily sit down with weed in one hand and,A heart full of pain regardless of... Continue Reading →
Serene like a seagull when swimming in a sea of tranquility.To be gulled into boiling rage,Over thoughts that will go away,Is an error you must not make,If you plan on living life without misery.Be like a rock,Motionless upon impact when hit by a wave of despair and melancholy.You may get wet by tears drowning away... Continue Reading →
"Family, what is it good for?" Is what I find myself asking after being forced to wake up by sounds of death and depression produced by the void of my youngest relative's heart made of stone with malic acid for tears. For starters, disappointed I am in myself for still living under the roof of... Continue Reading →
Authenticity in a city all about Broadway?As rare as love for a man deleted from a world grown wicked.As rare as a hug for a man of action rather than an act unsuitable for his true character.As rare as forgiveness from any!For a man who seeks repentance others fear to undergo.But,Why?A question I quit asking... Continue Reading →
Florescent scents from our carousing days,Pervade my nose when thinking of a Rose I've plucked and,Let die.A Rose my heart held as a symbol of love,Now dead because of faith she couldn't see when looking into my watery eyes… And,It took a while to grow past the pain of Her loss,As my sunshine dimmed the... Continue Reading →
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