Thoughts Unspoken
"Just make sure you tell my family it's okay, I'm sorry. But it's too late, I'm sorry. So much weighing on me. I don't wanna live to see another day, I'm sorry. But I can't stay, I'm sorry. So much weighing on me." -Joyner Lucas, I'm sorry I don't miss you To miss you, I'd… Continue reading Release Me
We met in the produce section of the grocery store by my apartment. Our hands touched and sparks flew as we both reached for the same eggplant. Our eyes locked, and it was like we both knew. Right now your brows are probably scrunching together as you wonder who I’m talking about because, well, that’s… Continue reading A letter to my Lover #1
I just I just really like you Jordan And I need something concrete Real I really want this relationship because we connect like we're meant to fit So here's everything that can be But wait Wake up Jordan It was all only a dream I just I really like you too ___________ but as I… Continue reading Don’t Think of Me – A Poem
She's a sunrise the Universe never wanted to share and so the world remained dark without her light She keeps me grounded like the roots of a redwood stretching through the Earth reaching like thirsty fingers as mine slip through hers I grip them tight Her hand in mine Never wanting to let go ever… Continue reading She Keeps Me – A Poem
She told me she loved me before she left, just like she did every other morning. I felt a familiar smile tug at the corners of my lips as I told her I loved her to from where I stood in the kitchen. The coffee was still hot and I wanted to grab a cup… Continue reading Flash Fiction: Then She was Gone
I had a breakdown today Not a whole lot to say It was the first time I'd cried in 193 days The day was all right Found some new jobs online It's not what I wanna do, but I guess I'll give it a try I went ahead and applied just to say that I… Continue reading Hate / Love the Day – A Poem
The Woman in the Red Dress Six months had passed since ex-cop John Michaels had been forced to retire early from the Memphis Police Department—but the wound was still fresh. It was a Friday night at Blake’s Bar and Grill, a popular restaurant in the heart of the city, and just down the street from… Continue reading “The Woman in the Red Dress” – Short Story
Dear Love, A young boy, I was watching love on a silver screen dreaming one day I'd grow up You and I would meet While puddles formed on the concrete we'd connect beneath a streetlight But the thought was too much for me so I left that night Spanning from lonely broken streets to monster-filled… Continue reading Dear Love – A Poem
How it feels to be a lifeless body in the sea the voice nobody hears the face nobody sees He was at the Comic Con, and was finally about to receive his chance to meet the one, the only, Stan Lee Then the moment came. The boy was introduced to the man He stood so… Continue reading Poem: How it feels to be Mr. Nobody (Do You See Me Now?)
I sat down and very carefully planned out how I was going to write a post explaining why I'm living in my car. Then I wrote 3/4 of it, stopped, said, "What the fuck," and scrapped it. For me, it seems there are some posts that should be strategically planned, and then some that should… Continue reading Why I Choose to Live in my Car
It's stuff like this which really makes me wonder if I genuinely may be cursed. If you've been following this blog for a good minute, then you may or may not have a decent understanding of what this blog, MrHushHush, is all about. Truthfully, you probably don't, and that's perfectly fine, because at times, even… Continue reading Trying to cure loneliness only makes it worse
