Cold Middle – Day 11, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Beef patties in a microwave for under a minute,What happens?Kind of what you're abandonment did to me.Left me in a searing rage,With a heart colder than Winter's Sea.But,Shame on my lack of vision in all honesty.Because,You've never really smiled when looking my way.You just,Looked down on me,Somberly… Yet,I understand,Dad.Because I've disappointed myself by leaving my... Continue Reading →

I Belong Nowhere

Struggling with our sense of belonging is quite common.I mean,All of us desire family,A group to be apart of without ever going bitter,Rotten.But,Sometimes?The apple falls far from a tree left forgotten.Not a single pot of water poured into the ground,But,A pot of marijuana smoked while surrounded by the sounds,Of your dreams…Crumbling along each step taken... Continue Reading →

Writing My Escape Route #2 – Breitling Kind of Guy

Rolex watches have never covered either of my wrists.How can one have a wrist full of gold by isolating from anything bright lingering around them with,An open flame burning beside a journal catching fire every time they're focused on a spliff they must split!From… Yet,I digress.I refuse to burden anybody with addictions everybody is sprung!Over…Throughout... Continue Reading →

None Of It

Regrets?I have none.All I am is a human who's mad enough!To throw my lighter against a pavement stepped on by so many others wearing shoes soaked in butane while having nothing,To lose.And,I could've been a part of that group….Of arsonists as my soul was often set ablaze by what was never true…Mary Jane along side... Continue Reading →

On The Ledge

No one ever knows which day is their last.For some of us,It is an attachment similar to a bungee jump beneath a bridge.Instead of losing yourself inside of shallow waters poured by the outcries of Anger you haven't dealt with,That rope of smoke grabs you just in time to pull you back onto the ledge,Until,You... Continue Reading →

Pretty Woundz

I guess I don't feel embarrassment because,I've done what I've done as a means of survival.Sure,I can definitely apologize to many others I've hurt,But,That's not possible when you're not given the opportunity to do so… So,What's left?What are you supposed to do to atone for that?Am I supposed to feel sorry for myself and inflict... Continue Reading →

He’s Back. I Promise.

Feels good to feel like my old self again, even if it's just a portion of who I used to be. Hopefully, for those who've wondered where I've been, my heart can stay in one piece as I gather every other bit of it missing. Please, pardon my absence! With a life ridden by addictions... Continue Reading →

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