Modern Day Hancock (Continued)

A battle no one gets to see unless I decide to reveal my wounds. And, Everytime I decided to, Most would misconstrue my true intentions, Miss the message, Only to con me with friendship dead in shallow waters since I could not accrue, Enough change in my pocket in time... But, Can you blame me... Continue Reading →

Modern Day Hancock

Debilitating. To walk outside with a fistful of frustration punching against the walls of your chest. To be amongst other souls who deny your light while labeling it dim, When really, It's darkness protruding through your pours attempting to devour every glimmer of hope. Because, I don't want to feel this crippling anxiety, Yet, It's... Continue Reading →

Rumblings You Can’t Ignore

Rumblings of a stomach starving for change,Try to alert my glossy eyes of what I should look away from.They try,And try!But I seem to freeze at the sight of what plagues my mind with hysteria… An ice block too cold to hug and feel when staring at each flare of hate shot towards my inner... Continue Reading →

A Battle I Might Win

I’ve been devoured by Anger.Chewed for decades,Finally spat out…Maybe,I’ve become a bit too bitter for its liking.Maybe,With how sour I’ve been,I’ve become more acidic than it can ever handle… All I hope for is,That my skin has gone stale on Anger’s tongue.That I carry flavors so foreign to its taste buds,It’ll never realize what hit... Continue Reading →

A Monster No One Likes – Freewrite #37

                Many days I wake up immediately wondering why I did. Wondering why God reminds me every single time how those delightful thoughts running through my mind during my slumber are just, dreams. But, epiphanies strike just in the nick of time, right before I have an inevitable meltdown only my inner demons can witness.... Continue Reading →

He Really Can’t Be!

Repulsive to the public He is, But, What other choice does He have other than, Existing? As apologetic He is for showing his face in a crowded grocery store looking for a quick bite to eat, Can He really be? Can He really be sorry for needing a stick of deodorant after being pummeled by... Continue Reading →

Feelings Tucked Inside Of My Shelf

Can’t really define what I’m feeling.So many kind of thoughts that I’m dealing with,Instilling my soul with a boat-load of smoke rising out of my ceiling.I’m,Temporarily sealing a void with a cloud preventing me from revealing many truths I’ve needed to face.Forget a blunt to my face as I’m wincing in pain,When I’m flicking my... Continue Reading →

High Spiritz

Not much to say when you wake up knowing how lonely your day will be.Nor is there many things for you to do except bring a daydream into reality,My chance for me to sit and conjure a smile through an art defining a life going by unnoticed.And,Does it ever strain my peace of mind?Does it... Continue Reading →

Truth Of Our Matters

Sorry, Not sorry, Mom. For my depression. Half of the time, I could barely feel the left side of my face whenever I think of how I was left neglected. Those moments as an adolescent, Where you could've taught me how to stick out my and chest and stand up for myself instead of, Reminding... Continue Reading →

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