Searching for answers. Can lead to countless questions. Best to let it go.
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
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
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
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.
Lately I feel like I am not living life. It’s like I am stuck in a film, and I am watching this version of myself on a loop. It’s beyond predictable and redundant, it’s disheartening. I know that I need structure, but I feel like the borg someday; fully assimilated (This is a super nerdy … Continue reading Trapped
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