"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
A caricature my beloveds' memory of myself it became.But,Jokes on them since I laugh at myself,Anyway.I tend to believe if you can't giggle at yourself,A part of you is dead inside,In need of revival… Nobody's perfect.As cliché as it is,Nobody's certain!Of themselves completely.We,Stumble at times.We,Crumble and cry.Sometimes,We just need a big ole' humble pie!Our faces... Continue Reading →
Ruminant as a nomad without a home,Unless I'm allowed within an inch of God's presence.No other place warms my heart frozen from the lowest depths of an abyss I'm still trapped in.Nothing.And,I mean nothing!Can provide heat hot enough to singe the palm of a Devil constantly attacking me.Regardless of how many others I've come across,They... Continue Reading →
Trauma nickle-plated. Having dinner while elated with an appetite for the ages. Apple seeds planted by John Doe's who handed Life's answers to us kids paving, The way to destruction, Are eaten in vain and, Never is there an apology behind the way they're behaving. Ignorance is bliss when you're full of pain in, A... Continue Reading →
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