"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
How do you know when your heart 'is in it'? Knowing your life depends on it? I often don't realize I'm thirsty, Until my mouth is dry and can't recite a single sonnet. Signs you must be aware of before you make a response in, Vain... Can't say you don't lie to yourself from time... Continue Reading →
Funny. How it rains more at times when you're finally on the right path. Finally, Waking up with a mindset full of light. Yet, There are those little rascals in your head whom flick pebbles at your newly placed lightbulbs. What do you do? Do you revert back to the animal you fought so hard... Continue Reading →
Poetry isn't just about fancy prose. It's about telling the truth when it matters most. It's about burying demons underneath ink spilled. It's about being honest with one's self to be the best you can be. I don't care about the amount of metaphors or similes you're able to come up with, I just have... Continue Reading →
When the world ended, It wasn't what we thought. No rapture involved. No Flame disintegrating leaves who have already made the Fall. Not a single tsunami breaking down our walls. But, A change in everything that once was in modern day Babylon... Don't you think it's odd that most people feel the opposite of Human... Continue Reading →
I look back at my life some times and realize, I've come a long way just to reach a certain level of sanity... And vanity, Just glad to be, Me. It's a first, Just to face the mirror and smirk, Through thorny vines in this concrete jungle, The abyss of the struggle, Reminding you of... Continue Reading →
I guess that's why I speak to myself often, Because I'm the only one who knows my pain, Really. Day to day. You get used to it being a lone soldier for most of your time. An outcast is what was casted upon his broken confidence, Him, Who I once was, slummed, In the outskirts... Continue Reading →
His lower spine feels like that one pencil you'd suffer Writer's Block with. Slammed around for every moment you wish to scribble away the hurt you feel, But, Can't. Knows how to relieve himself of this pain, But, The thought of confronting that demon? So daunting...
That's why I picked up a pen, To right my wrongs, And repent for all, The things I've done to myself and the one I've bawled over. For so many nights. Courting accountability as I should've in the first place while sober... There is power in being an Author. Knowing how to solder words together,... Continue Reading →
Many nights, I spend, Wondering what life is about. Will we ever know? Will God ever show? Do we die and wither away as the wind blows? Is there a purpose for us even being here in the first place? I guess, The answer is no, In the most beautiful way. We all have things... Continue Reading →
How can you be liberated with a closed mind? Hysterically refusing to take a look at the other side? So busy being angry, Where you have become the enemy in disguise. Without even knowing, When you vigorously drill ideas in the head of another yearning for a guide. To make it through a concrete jungle... Continue Reading →
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