He who used to be For all, too much Until he ran out of He. Broke his soul, Lose the breath Found himself; back again.…
2 CommentsHe who used to be For all, too much Until he ran out of He. Broke his soul, Lose the breath Found himself; back again.…
2 CommentsThe decisions are utilized as benefitsThe concept is to gain, not to loseWhere success or failure may hitWhere both is celebratory by boozeone door opens,…
2 CommentsPeople are so judge mental and don’t even know it. They are so perfect they pick at the smallest things a person does. Every one…
2 CommentsGoblin or gremlin Hater and liar Dealer of pain Sneak, and in vain These are the things These are the ways This is my life…
2 CommentsEchoes of emotions erupting Anger and hate out of my mouth The words I said, I can’t believe Shame, sadness, loneness Drowning in hopelessness Trying…
2 CommentsWho was that person? That angry person The person that said he’d never yell Never scream like his parents did Never call someone names Who…
Leave a CommentThe poison touches my lips The pleasure it instantly brings is undeniable But is it worth it? Do I want to die for this feeling?…
Leave a CommentThe invasive weed was ignorantly, drunkenly released The havoc it would reap would not tell for many years More grew day after day Storms would…
Leave a CommentYoung and with the love of my life Her smile will never leave me Our love was so true Life had not taken its toll…
Leave a CommentTrudging through the muck Struggling year after year Building home after home Each ruined for one reason or another Always forward through the waste Sinking…
Leave a CommentA lost boy in a man’s body Searching so desperately for something Trying so hard to turn paper into brick So many years spent maintaining…
Leave a CommentIn my dreams I was sleeping on the floor my mother was yelling at me I don’t know why But I’m sleeping on the floor…
Leave a Comment“Her explained” brings an empathy achievable with beers, or God-willing some spirit, it appears some spit was lacking spat after spat, turned cheeks for smacking…
Leave a CommentMy Paris begins with Those early days As a conscious flâneur; I recall the couple On the Metro, * When I was still innocent Of…
Leave a CommentThe thing that was never there kept beckoning to this savior a harrowing and adventurous endeavor to read the face of the dying man. But…
Leave a CommentA tired eve and an acid day this “new” year brings a quiet contradiction its quite the superstition, the way I believed I could trip…
3 CommentsAm I living, what is God’s purpose for me. I love my children beyond anything on this earth. I want be a better version of…
Leave a CommentDays grow longer, nights filled with chaos eyes of demons that fantasize on the death of Kings, idols held false to pondering hearts lost at…
Leave a CommentThe legs started going, Kept awake with water, Breathing, Arrogantly telling myself I’d stay straight. Drank gin and wine, Went out, Tried to buy more,…
Leave a CommentI be drinking but I swear I’m not an alcoholic. Ask me what I like to do is drink. I’m not an alcoholic I said.…
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