Surviving Your Disdain – Day 145, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

You can push me,Kick me,Stab me,Shoot me,But,I'll still stand up as long as I have an ounce of breath left.You may hate me,But,I love you either way as I keep my distance from your detestation for my existence.I refuse to be rattled by your desire to see my life buried by the debris from your... Continue Reading →

Bed Of Bones

Authenticity in a city all about Broadway?As rare as love for a man deleted from a world grown wicked.As rare as a hug for a man of action rather than an act unsuitable for his true character.As rare as forgiveness from any!For a man who seeks repentance others fear to undergo.But,Why?A question I quit asking... 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 →

Poemz Written In Blood

Thoughts I write up,Like day jobs and strike one.Batter's up,While I'm boxed in,On a search for diamonds without a need to buy one.I'm shining,Glass cups to my lightbulb while I light one.I'm dining alone with many knives,A,Will to surviveWith demons in mind,Who believe I should die!Regardless of all my beliefs in Christ… But,I let bygones... Continue Reading →

Clock Still Tickin’?

Heartbreak kills.And,It feels as if it almost killed me without ever knowing why... Bones crackled louder as the days went by.Breathing felt like swallowing a ball of hysteria to start you off for the morning.Yet,Worst of all?Caring enough to take care of myself was far from a mind remote from its current reality.All of which... Continue Reading →

Rappin’ 4 Survival

The Dean of this class full of monsters I'm schooling, When I'm loading up a big Winchester I'm shooting, Up to a sky, So illusive when you're trapped in the bottom of a Croc pool... This... Life of mine, Where I drown inside, Of my own tears... Is so clear, When I show mere glimpses,... Continue Reading →

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