"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Writer's block!The dearest neighborhood for an outcast looking for a place to be,As the cream of the crop.Where we plant ideas sprouting luminous beauty the entire world stops!To admire.Thoughts growing from soil watered by blood,Sweat and tears in real time without being mocked by satire.A garden where war and lust have no opportunity to transpire,While... Continue Reading →
Luster of moonlight radiating off of splattered blood will blind most who come across it.I,For one,Would rather admire the one Tulip that wasn't stained on a battlefield I've never fought in.The world may be as ugly as our darkest desires,But,That doesn't mean beauty doesn't surround us everywhere we go.Just,A choice we're given the minute we... Continue Reading →
How have I endured the pain of your loss?Not a single clue I can conjure up,As it was your image that was magic to my eyes,Watered by your absence.Oh,How I've grown from every seed you've planted.In a garden we both took the time to grow.Until it was time to,Mow it all down and bury new... Continue Reading →
Out of rubble comes an idea sprouting from the darkest depths of one's torchered soul.Even seeds drowned in the dirtiest water full of all kinds of bacteria grows,Beauty as profound as a broken heart being pieced back together while,Discovering it's worth lost within a pile of criticism thrown their way.Soil we've thought to be dead,Resurrects... Continue Reading →
Another year,Another reason to be thankful,With a tank full of ink to drown away what's fatal.Five months without any smoke,Five years without liquor on a table,Full of books and a bible I discovered wasn't a fable… Just the kind of guide I needed,To suffice my need for a brighter day and a way to fight... Continue Reading →
Hazy vision.Dazed and confused from each hit of cannabis in thought of my wrongfully made decisions.It's what I get for choosing fake friends while chasing after a distant ex,Sealing windows of opportunities concealing faith once filling up my chest… It's about time I lace up and get it back,Instead of laced bud in dirty bags,Only... Continue Reading →
Zombies.They're real as much as you don't want them to be.They're produced everyday,Grounded in their pain with a television screen,Glued to their palms… Soaking in the roots of their cause,Even as they walk,Worried more for the drip they've conceded to hoping to evolve!Into everything they won't be by stunting in front of all watching as... Continue Reading →
Finally!Finally,Finally.Surrounded by the kind of nature that loves to tell a story.Leaves of paper bound to a spine strong enough to endure what broke mine.Reminders of what life can be like if I just,Walk away from what wants to efface my existence on a planet I’ve grown weary of.All I wonder is,What’s next?While my hands... Continue Reading →
Lost in the winds of time. Caressed by turbulent flows of emotional rhubarb between myself and what I used to be. Accepting the seeds I've planted within soil out of reach for my demons. Conquering this tug-of-war I've promised myself to win at all cost, Willing to pay the price it takes. Even if I... Continue Reading →
Is it Writer's Block? Or, Is the Universe alerting me to, Breathe? To, Rest my wrist and mind before my love for life depletes! Because, Lately exhaustion and relaxation seems to be the trend for a man facing exile. A man who's prayed for the expulsion of pain, Receiving an abrupt ticket to any curb... Continue Reading →
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