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Tonight I am chemical free, but so far from you and me, and I have no hope of possibility to ever so eloquently confess to be the proud man that I used to be that enthralled you so eff...
There are moments in life where all we have to hold onto is our own sense of self, whatever remains not crushed beneath the ebbs and blows of time, conflict, and circumstance.
There’s oft no jus...
Tell me sorrow
Thy own true name
The howling winter withers
Seeks marks to blame
Relations stripped and strained
The candle mourns; flickers
And you are gone again
It’s November 11th.
Make a wish, y’all.
I’ll never get over you.
I cannot stop thinking about you.
There’s nothing hotter than a woman who knows her sports. It used to be gamer girls, but that sort of went from niche and became cliche and overrun. A girl who nerds out hard though..
Oh hell yes...
I write sonnets in my mind of moments we’ll never know, looks we’ll never share, and a love – while perhaps the most tantalizing of my life – that shall forever smolder quietly rather than rage b...
This is to document what is going on in my current living situation.
Caroline MacDonald from Edmonton whom I met on ProseBox moved to NOLA and we ultimately got married. She cheated on me with a ...
How many pets do you own? I am the proud servant to two amazing dogs – Sam and Dean. They have been with me since my first surgery back in 2008. Had to put our 17 year old dog Sylvia to sleep s...
She sleeps with secrets
Ghosts of lovers
She never had
Her tongue creases
Soft lips of crimson
A wicked instrument
Devouring the courage
Of hardened sex –
The wills of lustful men
She bathes with...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from the only things you see or feel when you close your eyes, and you let it dream..
Windows wreathed in iron
Wrought and corded cold
“Circuits of the Past”
Some days feel like circuits of the past.
And the cosmic interface we all aspire to master feels less like a resolution to the inner machinations of our souls and more a de...
I don’t write much here, but you gotta work those muscles, don’t you?
Today’s a special day in history. In exactly one week I become much, much older. I wonder if anyone will ever think I’m as ol...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from whom you should trust the most, yet they prove worthy the least..
“Born From Misgiving”
Oh, bittersweet starlight
Are you back for a new bite?
There are moments in time that I think are meant just for you.
As if the entirety of them since our branches grew long and stretched far enough that our vines inexorably entangled us have not bee...
I write of you.
I write of you when I remember just how long it has been since we were tethered in our nightly rendezvous. Tangled within the numbers of one-on-one at times in oppositio...
It has been a very, very long time since I have been this centered personally and crashing forward with spirited vigor despite the myriad trespasses life inevitably bestows.
With that said, I hav...
She whispers oh so soft at night
Rephrasing my sins in her active mind
Still, she keeps on
Keeps on playing
With my life
And I wonder if I ever saw you right
Spoke with the girl I thoug...
Stark white walls line the memories we would have made. Blank canvases that call me when the night refuses escaping. And I feel like I am rushing back to the moment when we almost had a this. Som...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from setting the record straight, when trying to quietly be the better person seems to only entitle the madness and encourage the veritable thievery of the leg...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from hating this place, but needing to always stay true to yourself and sincerity – the desperation for authenticity – and so I still write..
So Endymion was amazing. Caroline is in from Canada, and we met Steve, Sam, Gretchen, Lauren, and Faye to see the parade then went and joined Joey at the Irish Pub Finn McCool’s for karaoke after...
And sometimes the inspiration comes from late night encounters and the ways in which she will change my always..
The seventh wonder
Her heart drawn with a flame
So I was supposed to have this roommate solve my financial struggles since Shayla left and we went from three incomes in this 3 bedroom house with 2 baths to just two. My brother and I. He was su...
She has a strawberry halo
And a delicate silhouette
She speaks with her hands
Full of happiness
And she shows no regret
Her mind is her salvation
Though it gets little respect
And her body is a...