Purified By The Purge – Day 23, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Purging my mind of your memory is a necessity.Although a lovely woman you were with much for me to be thankful for,Thinking of you is like,Dipping my feet into quicksand.Sand liquified by the Earth shattering beneath me that moment I,Found out how you had never loved me from our very first kiss.A kiss of death... Continue Reading →

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 →

A Vigilante Reborn

A vigilante I became when teetering on the precipice of death.When surrounded by lawlessness,I've gone on a quest to enforce it regardless of what is said.About a warrior born within a soul withering from cowardice put to rest,The second I realized how,Alone I was in a room full of mortals I saw as mere pantomimes…... 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 →

No Longer Riddled By Choices

Change.It's what I've needed as I lost my two cents in regard to what I truly love.But, there isn't much I can do.My options?Continue forward as if I haven't been crying often or stay behind on every deadline I assign myself to produce a thought in the form of a poem until I, die.Die a... Continue Reading →

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