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.
Tag: shame
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
Flying High – 3 Haikus
Up Taken up up up, On the whim of wayward winds. Carelessly floating. Down Pulled downwards harshly. Taken by a bitter gust. Thrashed towards firm ground. Crash Praying for mercy. From the apathetic winds. Words fall on deaf ears.
Ghosts of the Past
I have had nightmares for the past 20+ years. I had a few years where I stopped having nightmares, but that was only because I worked overnights and developed insomnia. Only sleeping for 3 to 4 hrs. everyday. I didn't realize at the time how years of sleep deprivation were affecting my body. I was … Continue reading Ghosts of the Past
Fighting For My Life
Shame, Shame, I Know Your Game. This is the hardest post I've made so far. Shame is a hard topic for me. I hate parts of myself and I am working on healing them, but honestly it has not been easy for me. I spent years feeling ashamed and alone. I had this idea in … Continue reading Fighting For My Life
One Moment
Flash! Pop? No, No, NO! Can't breath... STOP! Why? Drop. Alone. What did I do wrong? Nothing.
One Regular Dad 