Seeking a legion of soldiers to go to war with is,Weaking treason against what's blocking my metamorphisis.What I need is a reason to keep moving forward in,A field fill of dreams in a season as hot as every corner with,A warning sign,Glaring in your face each time you pass by,Crash sites littered by packs besides,Minds... Continue Reading →
Let The Light Be Your Audience – Day 243, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Enjoying life without an audience has been tumultuous lately.Why?Knowing how lonely I like to be,I find myself around more people while having a harder time to breathe.Sort of like,Demons closing in on me,Without a weapon to push back an attack only I can see,Inside of my head.How exhausting...How exhausted I am,To even wake and pick... Continue Reading →
My First Aid – Day 185, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
Every poem is a bandaid placed on a wound until it heals.Blood drips,And drips,On a page onto the next until the stains disappear in what I call a field,Of dreams,Our souls manifest against all odds.To be a poet means,To put an end to your facade,And,Face everything that makes you cry.Until you smile internally,Externally.Excavating every ounce... Continue Reading →
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