Violent Dream

Feels like I’m losing my mind a little bit. It also feels like I have a major issue with just….shutting up sometimes. I’m working on a story right now, but I had to stop and let my mind breathe. I’m feeling a lot of things right now and I felt like I was allowing my … Continue reading Violent Dream

Stork

“Excuse me, sir. Can you help me find my mom?” I heard this tiny voice and my first instinct was to ignore it. Maybe he was talking to someone else. I tried to go back to eating my bagel and tried my best not to look over my newspaper, but the kid was persistent. He … Continue reading Stork

Hello, Goodbye

Goodbye to love. Goodbye to life. Goodbye to breathing. Hello to mourning. You are gone&part of me is too. My world is now blue. &I feel so askew. Goodbye to you. Goodbye to us. Goodbye to love. Hello to heartbreak. This pain I can’t take. My future seems to be at stake. For my life … Continue reading Hello, Goodbye

Sisters of the Swamp

There comes a time in a young mans life when he must decide if he will choose to insert his graceful hands into the tender, beating heart of a woman, or vainly abuse her beauty simply to ravage her nature in hopes of being rewarded with the affirmation that he is, indeed, a man. We … Continue reading Sisters of the Swamp

The ‘L’ Word

“To tell you the truth, I’m pretty lonely. I’ve been surrounded by people my entire life, but there’s a special kind of sadness that accompanies you when you don’t have anyone around to understand the scary things growing in the corner of your mind. It drove me to alcoholism. It drove me to losing my … Continue reading The ‘L’ Word

Roots

“You know how much I love you, right.” It was more of a statement than a question. He knew, and I knew he knew. We lied there quietly, fear and smoke amidst the air. Words and thoughts we’d never allow to breathe hung from the ceiling by a little thread, and here we were just…existing. … Continue reading Roots

3:51

To be filled with so much doubt, So much angst. To be constantly feeling every curve Of the anticipation you create. To feel everything, Anything At all times.. It’s tiring, it hurts. It spells and smells Of defeat. It leads to dead ends With lonely, rusted signs Awaiting the return Of the person who thought … Continue reading 3:51