"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Genesis.Unable to be traced back no matter how often I reminisce,About what used to be between myself,And,A mistress I was messing with.Thoughts flying by at sonic speed while dipping into medicine.A coin flip propelling me towards the edge,Slipping into nightmares through sedatives,Exposing addiction to be the foretale to a story full of disastrous events,And,Bliss of... Continue Reading →
Boundaries.I didn't realize there were any after offering to console me.But,As usual.I' treated more like a game rather than a man with feelings trampled by loneliness,And,A need to run away.To run away from the presence of anyone where there's potential for a bond to be built upon...It seems like everyone is too tired to lay... Continue Reading →
Open mics,And,Solo dinner dates have filled my schedule more often than taking the time to take care of myself the way God wants me to.Delayed blog posts are the result,As well as poems written by eighty percent of my true potential.I can't seem to figure out why,As my nights become longer,And,My days shorter.Is it time... Continue Reading →
An empty gas tank tends to form me into a languid bibliotaph uninterested in reading any stort falling into my lap,Too weak to bear the weight of.It isn't like it was years ago,Where I'd fight in urgency when dealing with an energy bar running low.Nowadays,I'd rather put my controller down,Accept my losses,And,See what tomorrow brings... Continue Reading →
Looking for a place to fit in feels like,A game of tetris reaching its end without enough space to place the next block before the finish line.More like,A game of Pac-Man being chased by ghosts with every intent to eat you alive,Out-running your attempt to escape a labrynth full of food for thought that'll never... Continue Reading →
A prude is what I want,Sort of.A woman who is not absorbed in thoughts,Darkened by a need to climax and froth,Over orgasms that won't last as long,As we can hold each other in the midst of a storm… I want to be engorged by her love,And,Need to hear my voice whenever she'd slip into a... Continue Reading →
Exhausted from drama.Sitting in silence when I just want a,Chance to breathe,Like I should be doing.Nicking apples in my garden like Patrick Ewing.Trying to keep it moving,Till I'm centered on my own block... I just want to get away and jot,A story I decide to be the Author of and put a stop,To every single... Continue Reading →
Delusions of grandeur is something I promise myself to never fall back into regardless of where my life stands at any period in time. It's something I hope never poisons the heart of anyone with intentions to love others around them even when it stings most. Because, with how much darkness every ounce of delusion... 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 →
You know,I accept it.That I'm not worthy of love from another.I don't even care,I just,Want to play a video game without feeling guilty.Want to take a walk through a garden without past demons trying to fill me with doubt.I just,Want to look into my mirror and be fine with what's there,Entirely.Not just one or two... Continue Reading →
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