The Target That Won’t Die

Insane,Isn't it?How our demons target us while they rest soundly in our minds.And,They come in different forms of pain,Promises and lies!Like…Neighbors that'll claim that they're there to pick you up from a fall…Lies like,Words of honor others wrought to be broken by a call!Made by their inner child while intoxicated by the alcohol!They would rather... Continue Reading →

A Moment Of Rest

Taking a break can either be a hard lesson learned or a moment of relief you use to clear your mind after being rattled by life itself. But, regardless of your stance is on rest every single vessel on earth needs, our bodies will let us know when it's time to hang up your pride.... Continue Reading →

Freewrite #25: Until The End

Afternoons like these where my heart is filled with nothing but questions, particularly one all of us seem to ask at some point in our lives, Why? Keeps rattling my confused mind, as I have no idea why I'm thinking of such menacing question. This is just Me, anxiously sitting down in front of my... Continue Reading →

Freewrite #10: Tired Eyez

Never seek validation.Rather give palpitations,To the "pals" I've embraced in a town where the Faceless,Have a voice used to trick the Nation,Like they did to me!While I stood in amazement... Already forsaken!Since the day I started making,Drinks over phone calls just to see another faking that smile while laced with,Intent they don't intend to show... Continue Reading →

Freewrite #9: Rightfully So

So tense when you wake up over everything that was made up...While they go ahead and lie?You're lying down and writing out your life!As you rightfully should... Not a single fervent wish flowing through your veins even as a young scholar.So good with your words,You electrify the demons trying so hard to solder themselves on... Continue Reading →

What Now?

What do I do being overwhelmed by several emotions? Write it all away until I create an ocean of my own, And claim Trauma as the culprit... What do I listen to when beginning my day hearing echoes ensuing violence upon my soul!? As I seek peace amongst everyone who has ripped me into pieces... Continue Reading →

What Are Bars To You?

What are bars to me? My canvas painted with scars to see. My mind's body from limb to limb, To tell my story from every part of me... It's a place of freedom whenever I feel captive, Ironically... It isn't a place just for blacks and latinos, But a sanctuary to leave our marks wherever... Continue Reading →

The Kid Who Found A Magic Pen

That's why I picked up a pen, To right my wrongs, And repent for all, The things I've done to myself and the one I've bawled over. For so many nights. Courting accountability as I should've in the first place while sober... There is power in being an Author. Knowing how to solder words together,... Continue Reading →

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