"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Maybe,My palms are hesitant to write every single day because,I fear my true feelings will keep driving others away like they've already done.So,Each time I sit up trying to encourage myself to write a poem,I just,Lay broken.Soaking my spirit in tears from not doing what my heart truly wants to do.And that's just…Sitting in silence.With... Continue Reading →
Exhausted. Tired. fatigued. Depleted. Empty. However you want to put it, there aren't any words out there to describe how bone-weary you'll get by endlessly dwelling on mistakes you can't rewind and undo. Once it's done, whatever it is, it's final. What's done is forever stamped into history books only your inner child can read... Continue Reading →
Dazed in a jungle of concrete.Sweat violently drips down onto its ground like acid burning through a sheet of paper.Frustrated,As I strike the walls of a shell I've been trapped inside of for longer than what I can be remembered.But,Now?Light peeks through each hole with each swing.With each cling.With each moment I choose to fight... Continue Reading →
"Family, what is it good for?" Is what I find myself asking after being forced to wake up by sounds of death and depression produced by the void of my youngest relative's heart made of stone with malic acid for tears. For starters, disappointed I am in myself for still living under the roof of... Continue Reading →
To be He who is never sought out,By Day-walkers and Night Owls,By relatives with an audacity to steal my towel,Every time I drop tears forming oceans of pain coming from the bottom of my bowels,By anyone who claimed they cared when I couldn't have my fowl!Feels like…I don't exist in a world burning from Lucy's... Continue Reading →
Sometimes,All I can do is sit down and stare into space with a face more blank than a canvas painters are afraid to touch.Feel pinned against a wall with a dagger as big as my list of mistakes throughout the last three years of my pathetic existence.Seemingly possessed by a vengeful spirit too exhausted to... Continue Reading →
Age of the Zombies.In Abercrombie & Fitch and a blunt in one palm,Weak spirits in the other on a floor I'm mopping.With a faith unseen nowadays while I graze every scene with a beat!I make with a teething mouth while boxing…Against myself with a pen and pad I crease.By the swipes of my pain across... Continue Reading →
No one cares for the woes of a Man.But,It doesn't bother me.All it is,Is an anchor for a mind swimming inside of muddy waters while "bombs keep bursting!"Why get caught in crossfire heat-seeking starry eyes burning for a life turning upside down from the same anthem you keep rehearsing?Under lights where most voices crack under... Continue Reading →
Acid tears keep dripping as she refutes wiping them away.While her lips flap in laughter,Mine are sealed by common adhesives we all call,Pain…Worst of all,I've wanted to die for so long,And…No one sees me as a soul worthy enough to,Save…Neither do I,So,Why should they?…
Numb souls befriend pain.The only sense that gives life into their clotting veins.Whether it's through a slice out of their own image,In hopes to reconstruct what they hate to see.Or reliving memories,Reminiscing of a time they weren't lost,A version of themselves their inner child prays to be once again…
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