"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
"You're not alone!You're lovedYou're-" Sick of such a cliché thought anytime I reach out for a hand full of love.Love I know I've needed,But,Can't find the more I search for it in some weed and,A thought killing me the more I think about it as I lay down,Speechless… I mean,Why shouldn't I?Why shouldn't I join... Continue Reading →
Sometimes,I get so busy trying to find something,That I forget I already found something.A confusion making me sick with beliefs my inner child chooses not to believe.Like,Having no one to hold for the rest of my days,Even if it seemed as such.Until I realized what was in front of me for so long as I... Continue Reading →
Honestly,Writing’s been quite different ever since I began my journey to sobriety.A journey where I don’t half-ass it like I’ve been for the past couple of years.Smoking my troubles away,As soon as I feel any kind of pain,While repeating to myself,“Today will be the day!”Yet,Can’t find the courage to ever let Mary Jane go.Even if... Continue Reading →
Sober thoughts are so exciting!Like,Being able to smile without feeling like a criminal on the loose.Like,A trip to Coldstone just because I can while having nothing to lose.Often I scream for the freedom my inner child's demanding for good reason!But,Fear of a different life shrouds my mind,Till I'm inclined to buy a dime at the... Continue Reading →
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 blunts.I'm dining alone with many knives,A,Will to survive with demons in mind,Who believe I should die!Regardless of all my beliefs in Christ... But,I let... Continue Reading →
Alluring are those eyes resting beneath each curl of hair.More like,Coils wrapping my mind around the thought of moving them aside to,Kiss those lips if you dare.Poetry,Is the way you flow with me inside of a world I conjure when I’m blowing trees,Convincing you to go with me,Into a world where I’m sewing these wounds... Continue Reading →
A reflection was needed more than a rhyme with how erratic,Yet,Predictable they have been.They,A family wretched in nature while ridden by demons who've they've joined forces with.Dead of dreams while smothering any hint of light beaming towards their person… What am I to do?How do I escape the clutches of withered souls who quench their... Continue Reading →
Beginnings of a poem can be hard.Especially,When all you want to do is see humanity crumble by its own karma.Humanity deserves every bit of it!,But,Who am I to open my mouth and alarm us?Too many Bel-air dreams with a will to farm a plant,Drink as many shots you can,With a pill in hand!No matter how... Continue Reading →
Nights like these, There aren't many things to think about. Sitting down, Taking deep breaths is enough for a man just, Trying to change his whereabouts. Address the plethora of skeletons within a closet locked by many doubts, Of a life full of smiles pending on resilience within a discipline I now replenish with a... Continue Reading →
Clouded.By fear of being myself amongst demons walking in the flesh.Surrounded,By vessels emptied of their heart and soul,As I watch those akin to my blood become just like them… Would call them family,But,That would require loyalty and change at a price only God can set.Being pennywise,I only have enough for myself as man pressured by... Continue Reading →
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