"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Hopping from one open mic to the next as the holidays arrive,You'll meet so many others looking for the same high.Not from a drug.Not from a drink nor attention from anyone!But,A dream.A dream we imagine from the second we open our eyes,To and throughout every hour we're asleep…The kind of high most are too afraid... Continue Reading →
Crumbs.At least,Mine are bigger than what birds tend to eat.Being angry is a choice,But,It's a choice I don't have to make while I still have the blessing to breathe.And,It's not all about perspective.It's about,Acknowledging what I have in front of what I invest in,The plate feeding into a character with ego making a mess of,A... Continue Reading →
Sobriety feels like a knife being stuck in the middle of my palms,During nights where my soul isn't calm.How badly I want a drink,Or a smoke,I cannot describe while I dive into past poems I wrote,As a reminder to never give up… Giving up on myself is the last thing I desire!But,I can't help but... Continue Reading →
On most nights,I don't believe I will ever be loved,Again.Difficult it is to think as I live my life through a journal and a pen.It's a hard-knock life I don't regret.After all,It's the only thing I know how to do while I flow from a chest,Inflated by hope while exhaling my sins… I'm not perfect.Like... Continue Reading →
Limping your way past the wire is vastly superior to,Never making it at all.Whether you're parasitic or a hermit,Recluse,Prying eyes and ears aren't worth bawling over while you crawl,In pain,With so much to lose… Yea,So what if there is no one cheering for you on the sidelines?Life is not a sport!At any second,You might die,And,Get... Continue Reading →
Stirring the pot,Was a burial plot,While I was smoking a lot,Of what I never needed in a life full of murkier spots,I've been busy trying to make a painting out of,Instead of choosing to rot,Inside of a self-made prison created by dirtier thoughts,Washing away with every tear that I drop,In good faith… I know I... Continue Reading →
I pray everything has been well with everyone out there. Had to take a second out of my day and pour my thoughts onto a waterproof page. Finally, over three months off of weed smoke and it feels so good! But, lately, I've been having consecutive dreams where I would come across a pack or... Continue Reading →
Moments like these,I think about how I quit smoking joints and feel,Powerful,Grateful.More than I ever have before at any point in my life.Makes me feel as if I can,Fly.Do things no other human has done before.But,Still I cry.I cry tears of joy knowing how I'm no longer burning that bridge between,Myself and an inner-child I... Continue Reading →
No one looks the same unless they're next to doppelgangers,But,Most are outrageously concerned with whom their colors match with after,Joining parties acting as a gang,More than a group looking out for the other within middle grounds often shattered,By everybody's need to be in front of lines where they see red,Leaving others blue over green without... Continue Reading →
What's hidden in plain sight,Will come to light,When most begin to read in between every line within this playwright called,Life.All my time,Is now dedicated to the raw might of faith,A pen and piece of paper for every night I've grown tired of wasting.Why?… I mean,Why get closer to the one enclosure below us where,Endless souls... Continue Reading →
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