"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Wind blows by as loud as engines roar on a breezySpring night.Footsteps pound concrete like,Emptied Corona bottles falling on to a ground where roses refuse to grow,Where grass often dies.Palms sway back and forth,Back and forth,Holding on to each other as loose as we close our eyes,When we're forced to hear each other's outcry.Around here,No... Continue Reading →
Past,Present,Future,How does it all work?How do they all intertwine?The wounds interwoven with a stitch received in each phase of time.If you ask me,We're all grains of sand,Within an hour glass,Being squeezed through the middle of what lies,Between a top and bottom assimilating into what the other was when the script of our life,Is flipped in... Continue Reading →
Love… At what point are we supposed to give it away with a set of conditions attached?All I know is,After applying conditioner to a scalp rinsed of yesterday's troubles,Nothing's smoother than each strand of hair gliding along callused hands… Maybe,Certain prerequisites were required before I graduated from "higher" learning…Bottles of Remy were not the solution... Continue Reading →
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