"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Unprepared to ever enter back into the dating game, But, Is there any point of which we are? Searching for a love, Eternal! Only in the mind of a hopeful, Even if we're scarred. Permanent reminders on our brittle hearts, Anytime we're vulnerable in each other's arms, Of every failed attempt that couldn't harm, Our... Continue Reading →
Who care's about what barbershops got to say,When my head is on the line,I cut deep and watch a lot of you fade away,With a bar I raise,Or,The scars I paint in sentences I've been sentenced with...Incentives rip through the mind of a fiend dependant on the cynics sick!Of 'dope' dreams...I thought mine were as... Continue Reading →
Blood swirls down his tongue while it drips and paints an image of a maze made by his own Denial. A Denial he treats like a cloak of invisibility over his entire character. And, As I gazed into his self-induced demolition, I noticed he had bit his tongue when it was time to speak truths... Continue Reading →
Whenever I think about those angelic eyes, Slowly batting above your cheeks risen by Cupid's Arrow, In hopes that it carried my name, My heart paints a picture where I covet your smile like a delicate Tulip with my palms, after being washed by her love... As we connect our two lips together, Until we... Continue Reading →
Shilly-shallying with friends under a night sky while high as bombs fly away in the background? Memories that'll last life times regardless of how different our ideas are within the pack. Just a bunch of souls intertwined by the wonders of love and learning as much as we can while we're still alive. Marveling at... Continue Reading →
Walking through this desolate New York City I sometimes refer to as a scorching Hell, A sock was found in a grave-like ditch when crossing over to Broadway. Taking notice of so many bodies empty of compassion, All I can ask myself is, Who's foot was in that sock? Were there too many in his... Continue Reading →
At this pointThe branches from every tree I smoke,Mirror my wall of glass broken in bits.Like the glass house I live in.At the age I'm at while I lay back and seep into a vision,Of how I picture my life will be like in the future.Every puff feels harder,As my bad thoughts become looser.Only question... Continue Reading →
Sobriety is weird. Hard to get used to after years with a desk stacked with beers and liquor, Anytime a tear raced down the corners of my eyes. I can see why many lie in fear when our feelings storm around inside. Clearer than before, Now that all the rain on my side stopped pouring... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, Poems can be small, Even if we have so much to say. Because, Silence overrides anything you would like to do, When all you feel at the moment, Is pain. Pain shooting up and down your spinal cord from working so hard on the hottest days. Pain stepping on your brittle toes, After walking... Continue Reading →
Definition of a Hustler: An enterprising person determined to succeed. A swindler using fraudulent methods to earn money. An expert gambler seeking challenges through the unsuspecting for? You guessed it, More money. Or, Simply, A prostitute with all eyes on some rich honey... Some days, I get confused about how I write and wonder if... Continue Reading →
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