"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
My pen,Surrounded by an array of instruments,Is instrumental to my survival.It's a different kind of music,For ears of a broken soul losing,It's touch with reality through bridal concessions.Broken by an ebb and flow dissipating smoke covering their hidden potential,Through words I sing from the cries of my retinas.Converting darkness into light I've needed to drive... Continue Reading →
I don't believe I'll ever experience true love,Again.Maybe,I'm bound to die alone,Withering away inside of a casket pigeons try their best to pick at.But,I can't help it.Lost,Is the art of catching a woman's attention.Still the same man as I used to be,Yet,Not as handsome as others found me years ago.What happened?...Why am I no good?...Earlier... Continue Reading →
Fresh mulch permeates the air,As new seeds are planted into a mind,Where ideas are desperate to germinate.Staying stuck in the weeds is no longer suitable for a soul thirsty to feel something new.Something besides dry humor,And,A plate of burgers along french fries while watching whatever the algorithm decides to feed it that night.No more city... Continue Reading →
Cracks.Scuffs.Faded colors add more beauty onto photos we find difficult to look at again.Nothing to be scared of,Besides your refusal to acknowledge everything that made you who you are.To leave your inner child crying in a corner?Is what you'd expect in a heart full of cowardice.A heart giving up on itself regardless of its morning... Continue Reading →
Lust is plastered onto each wall in my head like,The ugliest exhibit in a museum in which you have no say in it's removal.There for your viewing everytime you wander by the most curious isles of your delicate mind.All you can do is zoom through the echoes of failed intimacies,You feel doomed to repeat,Amongst your... Continue Reading →
Blank,Like the page I'm writing on,Yet,It's necessary.Wiping the slate clean in a mind replaying too many horrors exhausting itself into oblivion.Who am I kidding?No need there is to revisit a past I'm no longer interested in.A past I've worn out on a sleeve I've ripped off in a war against demons insisting on my downfall.No,Sir!I... Continue Reading →
I find myself asking often, "What am I doing with my life?" And, I don't really know why. I'm a writer, poet. I perform as many times as I possibly can throughout the week. I have a job allowing me the free time to be myself. What do I really have to complain about? Sure,... Continue Reading →
Doubts are like,Gargantuan stakes piercing through a veil of sheer faith propelling us through vampiric trials,Put forth by a Universe under no one's mortal control.Looking down on one's self is trivial,Needless,Tiresome as our undying task is to look up even after the day we're deceased.For no corpse is buried nor cremated face down,Staring into the... Continue Reading →
Never did I think that I'd become too busy to dwell inside of my room to write a poem and post it on time, but here we are. My apologies for seeming as if I've been taking days off. After recovering from what could've been a tragedy a few months back, I've been filling up... Continue Reading →
Today's piece is more of a statement than prose or a poem. There aren't many rhythms I can think of this very moment. All I can think of is escaping from a family that has lost its mind in ways I never thought would happen growing up as a lonely kid in the South Bronx.... Continue Reading →
