"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Fresh mulch permeates the air,As new seeds are planted into a mind,Where ideas are desperate to germinate.Staying stuck in the weeds is no longer suitable for a soul thirsty to feel something new.Something besides dry humor,And,A plate of burgers along french fries while watching whatever the algorithm decides to feed it that night.No more city... Continue Reading →
Writer's block!The dearest neighborhood for an outcast looking for a place to be,As the cream of the crop.Where we plant ideas sprouting luminous beauty the entire world stops!To admire.Thoughts growing from soil watered by blood,Sweat and tears in real time without being mocked by satire.A garden where war and lust have no opportunity to transpire,While... Continue Reading →
Withering cries tunnel through a path blocked by a vortex of hateful words.If you try passing it by,You will get swallowed,Spiraling out of control until you land on a patch of loveless dirt.Dirt where every sprouting seed dies before reaching its exit… Is death the only option?Is there any point in turning back to any... Continue Reading →
Hiding in silence while vibrant in light shone from above. While others screech violence, I'm calm within Crisis. Frozen like ice is, When approached by forces of terror hungry to syphon, The warmth from every ounce of Love, Coursing through my beating heart... A heart beating on the doubts in my mind. On memories that... Continue Reading →
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