Time is a funny thing. It’s such an abstract notion that it’s truly undefinable. We as human beings try to define it by breaking it down into segments, but this is just a tool we use to try and control time. The thing is that time can’t be controlled or rationed out. It’s a force … Continue reading 1 Year Later
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Trauma – A Haiku
Searching for answers. Can lead to countless questions. Best to let it go.
Emotions
So I’ve been having some really in-depth and intense conversations about emotions lately. I know a lot of the poetry I write is chock filled with what I call “emotional vomit”. I just have these emotions and instead of letting them pass I like to let them inspire me. Their not always positive emotions, some … Continue reading Emotions
The Dome
Some days I seem to be doing amazing, everything clicks and I feel like I might be able to escape the nightmarish landscape that is my mind. I usually get overly excited and try to embrace the world around me. I grab these moments and hold them tightly, because they never last. I eventually crash … Continue reading The Dome
Thunderstruck
Shaking. Fetal and cold. Alone. Story untold. Waiting. Hating. Debating. Noise without action. Can’t gain traction. Still life. Still strife. Frozen in place. No light, No fight or flight. Just this eternal night.
Portrait of an Addict
This poem is more like free running for my soul. The man depicted in the following piece is a scared, sad and self destructive boy. Someone who was headed for a quick exit off of the highway. This is me 15 years ago. Act One Acting tough, In a meek way. Flashing that broken smile. … Continue reading Portrait of an Addict
Down but Never Out
The Resolution So it’s been almost a month since I posted. It sucks how a couple days of not writing can turn into a week, a month and so forth. I didn’t want to let that happen, and this blog means too much to me to allow myself to give up on it. The funny … Continue reading Down but Never Out
Craven
Slithering underneath, Where no one hears. Hiding behind, A mask of tears. Skin crawling, At the sight. Smile twisted, Wound too tight. A secret hid, In plain view, Stalking prey. Nothing to you... I don’t know how to be brave, When all I do is “Misbehave”.
Inherited Hate – 3 Haikus
Savage anger spews, Haphazardly covering. Innocent children. Inherited rage, An ancestral gift given, But never emptied. A circle of pain, Fueled by hate and fear. Forever? Snuffed out by our love.
Singularity
(Dedicated to my loving wife of almost 10 years) Will it happen, Once again. A moment etched, Forever in my mind. Still nights spent alone. Questioning. The reality of it all. It feels like yesterday — Everyday. 5 years blends with 10, But these thoughts never rot. Freshly sewed pain, From a barren field. Dried … Continue reading Singularity
One Regular Dad 