"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
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 →
Feels like it will never end, the suffering. The internal carnage between who I really want to be versus what others envision me as. A disease seeping out of my pours, transforming into new fixations I never thought would cripple me on most nights. It's not the weed, nor the booze. Now? It's a plate... Continue Reading →
What is the point of me still being alive when I hold no connection to any living thing?Literally.All I do is wake up.Contemplate my vices,How I should quit them as I proceed to clean my face and room for my daily sit down with weed in one hand and,A heart full of pain regardless of... Continue Reading →
Delusions of grandeur is something I promise myself to never fall back into regardless of where my life stands at any period in time. It's something I hope never poisons the heart of anyone with intentions to love others around them even when it stings most. Because, with how much darkness every ounce of delusion... Continue Reading →
Silly! Silly I was to think I would be able to abruptly jump back into the saddle of diligently writing every single day. Such an act has been impossible for me due to my immediate decision to focus on smoke as soon as I wake up. But, as much as I choose to buy marijuana... Continue Reading →
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