I remember the pain of not being able to move past certain experiences. It’s a hard one for many who have lived long enough to have accumulated some shit along the way. I know so many people who go through things and for one reason or another just assume it’s a normal way of being. …
I promise I won’t lie I am broken Slashed open Innocence stolen And parts of me Are provoked By the throat Of a ghost Forming words That cursed The world I see Coerced and hurt A past rehearsed For many decades I constantly revert And my heart blurts It’s pain into reality And my…
I want to be the fierce and fiery dragon That chases away your enemies To be the sun that shines and guides you When you need to find your way I want to be the orange and yellow sunset When you need to find a bit of peace To be the moon that shines ever…
My jaw clenches My fingernails Yearn to scratch At layers of skin My joints ache Rigidity laced Stand like a statue Hold still, hold still Breathe in slow Hold… maybe Forever if you can Fix your stare On a calmer future Moments past this Tick tick tick Final loud tock Exhale Open your eyes Look…
I’ve been thinking a bunch about the last decade of my life. Much of it was captured right here on this blog. I’ve been absent lately. Life just had a way of demanding my attention. Holding me accountable. Changing me. Healing me. And as I look at the things I’ve written… I barely recognize this…
Whether it is a big news event or a very personal event justice is often complicated. Separating truth from fiction is hard. The media is very persuasive. Our friends we know and trust can also be very persuasive. We often forget there are two sides to every story with a whole lot sandwiched in the…
When I experienced bad bouts of anxiety and depression I would isolate. I still do. Avoid socializing. Avoid commitment. Avoid stimulation. I would escape into my own head and look for comfort there. But I would never find it. When someone with depression reaches out to talk and they are scolded or told to just…
I used to blackout when I drank. Not always but quite often. Blackout doesn’t mean you act any differently than your inebriated self would act. It just means you won’t remember what you did, what you said, or where you went. Your memory was too drunk to record. Therefore, no memory. Swimming motion Blurs the…
What you chose to hide is a choice. What you keep from the world is a choice. There are decisions to be made and your choices will matter. Trust will be built or dishonesty and manipulation will be sown. You will hide things without even realizing it. In this way… we are all artists. It’s…
It’s been awhile since I’ve had the time to blog. You get divorced, become a single parent, and the whole world changes. BUT I feel I finally have things pulled together enough to come back. I miss you! I started a YOUTUBE channel where I basically just read my poetry. So much harder than…
