Pain left a signature.
Look at my scars;
you’d swear I got scars because
the wounds healed.
But it still hurts in my brain,
near the apex of my broken soul.
These scars are a reminder not to
trust or love again.
I took the lessons like a heart attack.
You’d love the old me; I wonder how he’s doing.
Old scars bleed when memories vivid.
Now you know why I despise déjà vu.
“Stop asking questions if you’re not lookin’ for an answer,” they said.
“If it’s broken, use it as it is,
and leave it as it was,” they said.
These scars been talking lately.
These thoughts—I mean demons—been leading me through a dark path.
I am made of consequences of my
old scars.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:21 PM UTC
I am an endangered species,
a masterpiece in plain sight.
There is more beyond this beauty,
hidden from the untrained eye;
only shallow-minded creatures
chase distant horizons.
These words are profound, i know
but is there value in treasure
found where nothing is
deep, dark, or cold?
This is not a threat in disguise,
only a reminder
whispered through time.
Use me wisely.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 6:22 AM UTC
I might as well write about it again,
I mean it’s all I know,
And it seems like i can not abracadabra it away.
It’s funny how a phoenix can rise from the ashes,
Yet a pure but not innocent soul can be beyond repair.
It’s a conundrum only if you think about it
You might as well quit again
I mean that’s all you know.
Been wearing the same mask for quite awhile now
Their shoe size is bigger than mine
I feel sorry for my shadow,
Poor thing is following a dead end.
The person in my head is a mute
It feels scripted doesn’t it?
If you can relate, you need help my friend
You might as well write about it.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
I wrote a novel, only I can read
Deep down in my personal library
A hidden quiet but loud room
Only I have access to this doom
My heart the paper I bled on it
Blood my ink, help me speak
It's loud and clear I'm a pain addict
I breathe better with a pen in my hand
Sounds disturbing of course I'm sad
It feels right when I write on the sand
A tour in the darkness I hear voices
Write or die, face down I'm on my knees
My heart certainly bears my mind malice
Somebody help me, I'm a pain addict
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
It's raining daily there's no hope
Was born to fade, to die, was never told
No gain more pain, I'm cold
Scars on my knees, I pray to die, I'm old
Death my frienemy, you got me sold
It's dawn I'm a pawn, where's God
On and on I weep, I sob poor widow
My heart sank, ohh heavy load
Postponed but will come, free me from my thoughts
Pay me with torture, put my life on pause
Out loud I cry, I lied, help me overdose
Drowning but dry I'm a dead rose
Hold on my soul, it's time to go.
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 11:18 AM UTC
Down South
Down south it remain worthless
Juveniles grew artificial beards
Why listen while you're deaf
A careless generation ready to rest
They fear not death down there
Lot pointing fingers to the maker
Faith the last hope of a victim
Why believe a man you've never seen
A mystery left unsolved to the little minded
Survival of the fittest what a fatal play
No drinks no food just graves
Death a habit of shame
An epidemic factory of ancestors
Death the predator himself is confused
Karma is indeed a ruthless reminder
The beginning of the end arrived
All though the question arise
What if it's a dream they didn't perish
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC