The following post is a poem I wrote when I was in a bad place. It may be a bit triggering to some, but I thought I'd share it. Its a promise I made myself and sometimes repeat when things get bad. For some reason though, I never make it to Day 90 with the... Continue Reading →
November: An Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
November My heart is broken and I don’t know why. I never gave it away after him. Inside my chest, it hurts And I panic Because I cannot reach inside And stitch is back together Without killing myself. My mind is unraveling as my heart rots away I don’t understand the words that come from... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
Good things come to those who wait. My ass.
If Nothing Mattered…
I'd smoke. I'd quit both my jobs. I'd eat what I wanted. I'd drop out of school and leave the country. I'd write and create and listen to music. I'd make a new group of friends. I'd sleep better. I'd kiss without second thought. I'd say what I felt without worrying how immature it sounded.... Continue Reading →
Cemetery: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
CemeteryWe leave my older brother as he shovels the dirt atop my father’s coffin.He intended to bury him himself.My older brother, Kevin, had to take the shovel from him.In the car I am numb again.So many words bounce off the walls of my skull.People don’t think I will survive,I know because of the amount of... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 