"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Writers are creators of many worlds no other can sketch on a canvas darker than their inner thoughts.Worlds full of light,Of some kind,For every heart aching from the pain of asking,Why?Why me?Because,As much as we want a story where there's not a single sting,From bleeding wounds we must feel forcing us to think,About more than... Continue Reading →
Blank…Maybe,That's why it's been hard to put ink onto paper.Nothing in my mind.Just,Thoughts floating through my head while I close my eyes and,Feel the chaos it brings.Left asking myself,What am I here for?To,Endure pain until I'm finally able to dream again?Dream a life where I can bare the sting of wounds I've inflicted on myself…Tell... Continue Reading →
Many stare at you with lapidary pupils when you’re able to provide more than a hug or kiss on the cheek. They adore you while fascinated by your every move. Sooner or later, you become an example of success in the crying eyes of a dream-chaser. But, what happens when you are muddied by a... Continue Reading →
An image my kids would love to trace over,is a goal in my mind and heart I yearn to achieve.But,I’m having trouble conceiving that notion of success my dear soul thirsts for.More so,A band-aid for an open wound that will heal within time,With good rest and a day,Or two,Where you unwind!Without going too far… Because,In... Continue Reading →
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