"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
I don't want to be democratic.Nor a conservative.Rather get back at it with another rhythm while I feel murderous...You've heard of it!Already.A child from the ghetto trying to rock steady.Break away from a neighborhood full of guns & rocks,Setting in the outer surface of my character while I dance with the Devil...On most nights,I wrestle... Continue Reading →
Up early in the morning, Mourning over past stories I'd wish to rewrite, I float across wrongs, Lies, And classifieds that leak from the corners of my eyes... Sinking further into my emotions I go. Whether wrong or right, I drown in dirty waters keeping skeletons in my closet afloat... And I find that, Dirty... Continue Reading →
Cocaine dreams. 138th and cypress ave. Where I learned my numbers, Colors and alphabets. MS-13s, Bloods Crips, 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,... Continue Reading →
On mornings where my fingers can't paint a picture, I refer to what my dreams and nightmares have to offer. Especially during times where my heart doesn't seem to become any softer... Regardless, I foster my confidence as a prophet in a city where devils run the scene, While rebels act with cameras in hand... Continue Reading →
Hey Universe! May the Sun shine its brightest your way! I wanted to let everyone know that if there is a topic or prompt that you'd like me to write about, please feel free to drop a comment below and let me know, as I'm definitely a soul who loves to converse and see what's... Continue Reading →
Repeatitive babble. Rattlesnakes slither and bite through flesh that isnt mine, For I, was not the creator of my own life... One morning I awoke. My eyes poked holes into realities I wish stayed dead, On the same bed, Where my dreams lay, It seems. Where anger steams and blows marijuana smoke while boat loads... Continue Reading →
Starvation never felt so normal as it does this lonely moment. Where I sit, Bedside, Thinking of a way to mask its tone of, Suicide, Like... "It's okay!" "I'm extremely large, So, I need to fast anyway!" But... Coming from the Bronx, The pain only gets stronger, Rumbling harder with your sanity, As the days... Continue Reading →
"And now we bow our heads and pray..." "Amen..." Funny how I just walked past the preacher man, With my head already down. I don't understand, Most likely never will. It isn't in my will to fall to my knees, Especially, When the Pastor's busy touching kids behind the scenes... It's not really my type... Continue Reading →
Lines. All kinds. Ones you snort and stand behind of, Whether you're in pain or searching for something divine. Food for the mind. Food for the heart whenever agony strikes... But, I often wonder what I look for as a writer. Writing and riding on a high I'm fighting as a lifer. Sentenced, An imprisonment... Continue Reading →
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