Freewrite #29: Thinking Too Damn Much

Thinking yourself to death is completely, utterly possible. Some days, Life gets you so frustrated to the point where memories, what ifs and other countless thoughts race through your mind without a finish line in sight. And, you have no other choice but to deal with that ball of pain sitting in the middle of... Continue Reading →

Freewrite #26: The Feeling’s Mutual

Deep down inside, we've all done things we wish we haven't done. Moments had where our character is out of control while our inner children yell for help. And, it feels so difficult to sit down, breathe and just listen. But, regardless of any matter, I believe we all have the ability to change. Problem... Continue Reading →

Love Ripz

Ripples of Love are often seen with people drowning inside of them. Hands above shore waving all around, Madly, As others walk by like, "Another one got caught tonight again!" But, What happens when you've made it to the other side? Making it to shore after crossing what seemed like a puzzle just to swim... Continue Reading →

Present Time

As my birthday creeps closer, So do the memories! That made me go over the edge with a dope verse. Killing the bitter man I started to see inside of my mirror by going Sober. Ridding a circle that never quite closed! And became the Lone Soldier. A transformation occurred inside of me, First, Seconds... Continue Reading →

Poetic Livez

Poetry is everything. A world of observation all throughout history. Current life. While looking deep within Heart, Soul and spirit. A 'sentence' is a thought imprisoned in a 'timeline' of Death. Reawakened by our need to just, 'Know'. Giving birth to ideas, Leading to actions that make or break us...

Question Markz

"If you don't write your own life story, Somebody else is going to write it for you," Was the motto, For a hollowed heart filled by a liquor bottle, Where anyone can spot growth diminishing with every shot spiraling around a rabbit hole of, What if?...

Sight 4 Blind Eyez

She was my rebus of love during battle. Her sweet memory brought back every flavor that used to hug my taste buds with pure joy. Dreaming about those eyes angelic eyes, My life was suddenly clearer. But, Isn't this trip through memory lane inside of my head a distraction? The invulnerable boulder in the middle... Continue Reading →

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