"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Mean mugs,A blunt,And,A Yankees fitted.Living in the projects with heat tucked,And,An arm full of bad bitches.Sipping on a 40 ounce of Budweiser,While pitching drugs hoping to climb up from rags to riches...It's what He sees on concourse,Claiming to be King,Bridging the gap between an escape from a con torn,From paradise found in a dollar to... Continue Reading →
Today's piece is more of a statement than prose or a poem. There aren't many rhythms I can think of this very moment. All I can think of is escaping from a family that has lost its mind in ways I never thought would happen growing up as a lonely kid in the South Bronx.... Continue Reading →
Waking up everyday knowing that no one will ever just, say Hi, is probably the toughest reality to wake up to. From what I've seen, rich or poor, Loneliness is powerful enough to devour your entire soul, spitting it back out onto concrete where the sun shines the brightest. A beast I've known too well,... Continue Reading →
Jobs are hard to stay consistent with, at least for me. If there is no purpose my soul can find within any kind of structure of work, then by God will I rebuke it to the hottest flame Hell has to offer. But, as a top flight security guard in the boogie down, South Bronx,... Continue Reading →
Had to take a minute to sit down and reflect on my state of mind hoping I can get to know myself a little bit more. Because, as much as I love to write my heart away, my palms itch for some difference. Something to take my eyes away from memories I'm sick of replaying... Continue Reading →
Who knows why I’m typing all of these letters down this exact moment. All that’s known by a heart caved in by deceit and endless hits of weed smoke is, that it doesn’t want to die, even if it seems to reach a flatline closer as the days pass by… And, Goku along with poetry... Continue Reading →
Biggest mistake you can ever make is keeping yourself shrouded by others who mar your existence with stigmas they internally placed on themselves.And,I’ve kept myself within that circle of misery for too long as a Bronx boy so used to poverty of all kinds.Whether it’s bucket-loads of mental trauma or an stomach empty of golden... Continue Reading →
Cocaine dreams.138th and cypress Ave.Where I learned my numbers,Colors and alphabets.MS-13s,BloodsCrips,Blues,Red… A bull,I was turned into.By minority tendencies.It's all I saw growing up,Only had I to fend for me…In the streets…Of NYC… Can't be taken out,Deceased,Ceased by the gun,Played by the one,Hollow tip out to pierce an empty soul.How ironic would that be? But,I just... Continue Reading →
Thoughts scattered all around the place, Puzzled. Pieces of my freedom spread out on a sidewalk while thrashed on a curb. My weary feet soaking in the sting from hot concrete after a day's exhaustion from work... A place to sleep? Now, Lies within a dream. From the lies that were on repeat. From those... Continue Reading →
'So young! But, I didn't know what I was looking at. Bodies rotting right around me without looking back! Because, Both of my eyes cried, Yet, No pain was felt as I tied my hair and made sure to urgently call the FDNY...' I, Just kept it pushing. Only guard on site that cared enough... Continue Reading →
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