Lost Children

Metaphorical car crash. Like an AutoTuned bash. A ball for one tone death soul. Like a Shoe double patched over the same hole. Double back, and watch your step Alice. Don’t get left behind, chained down by malice. Like hatred taking the righteous out this story. All the innocence we leave stuck in Purgatory. Children … Continue reading Lost Children

200 Pieces of My Soul

I just wanted to drop a quick post and thank everyone for the support they have given me. I honestly can’t believe I’ve shared 200 posts to the world, especially when I was so hesitant to post my first one. Every post helps me continue on my path to turn my passion for writing into … Continue reading 200 Pieces of My Soul

Serendipity

Mindlessly wandering, Subconsciously pondering. A turn here and there, Fate moves through the air. Blind to the path, The science and math. Unbeknownst bliss, A life not to miss.

Hyper Vigilante

I’ve been having a hard time writing lately, I just feel like I am in survival mode. I know that my PTSD keeps me in fight or flight some days, well most days. Hyper vigilance is amazing when things go sideways, because my body and mind are both just waiting for conflict. The bad part … Continue reading Hyper Vigilante

Just Breathe

The wind whispers through the trees. Sprite like branches, playful leaves. Magic fostered by the land, In every rock, twig and grain of sand. An abundance of energy, Hard to catch; slippery. A steep price, yet free. But when you’re ready to receive. Relax, and Just Breathe.

Choices

This has been very stressful couple of weeks. Obviously I am not alone in being stressed, the stress level here in the states is increasing daily. I feel for everyone that’s going through this or watching loved ones fight it. My wife is on immunosuppressants so we’ve made sure to be extra diligent, but she’s … Continue reading Choices

Free Form

Emotionally arrogant, All fucks are spent, Though there was none to be given. Life’s for the living, But I feel zombified. On the inside. Out here I have a wide stride. I paint my life as a collage, Snippets of self sabotage. No mistakes are made in vain, Failures just the downward train. But my … Continue reading Free Form