A piece on my return to society, the publishing of my book, and a new poem I wrote (while locked up).
Category: poetry
The Bitter Taste Of Reality & Heartache
4/10/2022. 9:14 pm. Stoughton, Ma. Five months have passed since I last saw you and these wounds are still so fresh. I’ve been writing nonstop. Sobbing nonstop. I’ve created palaces from paragraphs, drowning it’s people with my tears on your behalf. I’ve exhaled each letter of your name, scouring them from my tongue, hoping the…
How the mighty have fallen
2.4.2022. 8:03 pm. Brockton, Ma. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.. A life once filled with sex, kisses, and you can only imagine what other pleasure; now only a life of desperation. Constant crying for the attention of another. To have it all one second just to have it torn to pieces by the very…
Dreamland
1.12.22. 7:39 pm. Brockton, Ma. Drugs. Sex. Self-harm. And empty bonds that hold no value to my corrupt moralities. So many reticent behaviors that resemble how deeply I loathe, now that my love was taken for granted once again. I know you believed your own lies at one point. I also know you were never…
Racing Mind & A Racing Heart
Good evening to all. I’m not sure if anyone has noticed but I’ve been posting a tad more consistently! 😊 For those of you who’ve been reading, I’m sure you noticed my change of style. While it all remains confessional, I decided to take a more diary-type/gothic stance on my writing. I hate repeating myself…
The Perils of a Broken Love
12.20.21. 7:29 am. Brockton, Ma. How sad. Nights continue to pass and I lay awake. Dreading sleep because all I ever dream of is a life with her. A life I know will never come. All while I constantly find myself doing the same. Writing about her, singing about her, thinking about her… Drowning. Holding…
An Open Window
12.15.21. 3:50am, Brockton, Ma. I lay in bed with my window wide open, letting winter’s breeze fill my room in the same manner she once filled my heart. Only now my heart is as cold as this room. For her departure from my side was as untimely as winter’s inevitable arrival. Her touch still lingers,…
My Dear Innocence
Years have passed since I last considered myself “innocent.” Believe it or not, it took me until I turned 25 or so, to start doubting in the authenticity of “love.” I even began to doubt the true intentions of those whom I once considered my loves, my friends, my family, etc. From facing betrayals of…
so much l o v e
How much time has passed since I last spoke with you all? A few months at least. It’s 10/28/2021 and I actually went back and skimmed through my previous post, mainly because I like to give you guys a quick update of my life before I write my main topic. It’s funny actually, I wrote…
l o v e & i n f i d e l i t y 