Dating can suck. I suppose for some of us more than others... I've never really been into dating. When I hit my teenage years and moved states, I became a recluse, rarely bothering with relationships of any sort. They faded at an increasingly rapid pace as I got older, and eventually, not having a girlfriend… Continue reading Dating Sucks.
So sweet she was sweet we were before and after her sweet sweet murder To me she seemed to be a rare breed a gift I couldn’t keep A tune I couldn’t sing A mystery meant to remain in pieces She was a dream then the harsh smack of reality But she always Always made… Continue reading Poem: I Killed Her
"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
Sometimes, we have to go back and rewrite the ending we originally thought was perfect...
So I'll get messed up till I forget love till I forget us and what was What could've been is just too much Driving down this road is just too rough And it's leaving me a bit cut up a bit numb, coz when I went to touch I found your heart to be ice… Continue reading Poem: Mudshovel
After the agent lady made contact, I had a bit of work to do. Whether I held onto my sanity or not is still in question. https://youtu.be/5v4XN9dTxjc
When I finished writing THE KILLED CONSCIENCE I emailed several agents... then I got too impatient and decided to just self publish the thing. So, these last two weeks have been quite interesting, exciting, and terrifying at the same time. I started a vlog that opened my eyes to a lot, then I quit my… Continue reading An Agent has requested a full manuscript!
This hunger This hunger, it is unlike any other In my stomach I feel the rumble storming in, like a rolling thunder Through the trees like an icy breeze crashing down, like a tsunami You hear the drumming, and you hear the trumpets The dreams are calling like a summons With a hunger matching starvation… Continue reading Poem: A Thunderous Hunger
The anger still lingers The face in the mirror Distorted by the danger Looks only like a stranger So I took a marker and colored the mirror black We used to be so so close you used to be a place I called home but now that home has grown so cold and empty, like… Continue reading Poem: Blackout
When I was young My grandma would say the rain from above came from the eyes of Angels as they cried To me it didn't mean much at the time But now that my Nanny has become an angel herself when it rains I dwell I pray these tears aren't flooding from her loving eyes… Continue reading Poem: Tears of an Angel