It’s crazy how much we rely on things we have no real understanding of. I know that there are a lot of intelligent people out there who could probably come up with an answer or at least explanations for most things. I also know that there are a lot of spiritual people who also feel … Continue reading Who knows?
Tag: grief
Fated
Sliding upwards, Balanced slightly. Blinding light, Stagger nightly. Demonic fright, Unnerving screams. Shadowed by forever dreams. Unshakable pressure to preform Backed by an emotional storm. Empty feeling, The darkness appealing. Directionally challenged... Fate holds cards, it should not be dealing.
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
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
Hall of Mirrors
Walking with a grin, plastered on my face. Slowly stepping, through time and space. Reflections of a tattered soul, reveal broken parts, of a sum-less whole. A familiar stare, bears down on me. A twisted version, an absurd facsimile. Halfway inside, on a broken track. A disorted dopelganger, tries to drag me back. A soliloquy … Continue reading Hall of Mirrors
Stranglehold
Victory... An established feat? Packed and secured. Or... Visceral and absurd. Fleeting and intangible? Or... Timely and manageable. An upward struggle fought, Is a cause that can’t be bought. So... Time well spent, And pure intent, Will bring you through. So never relent.
Quicksand
Caught... Distraught... A Single Thought... Why? Brain fried. Love denied. Stripped of pride. Awestruck. Cement Stuck. Out of luck. Stranded. Branded. Where have I landed? Fuck the plight, And this eternal night. I won’t go down, Without a fight.
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
Fallen
Positivity blinds me, It fuckin binds me. I strive, Not to thrive! To just survive. Tight rope walking, Fake shit talking. Welcome to my life, The age of strife. Bat shit crazy, With a hungry knife. I get paid I get laid, The chaos fades. But.. The demon might sleep, But my soul it will … Continue reading Fallen
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”.
One Regular Dad 