A piece on my return to society, the publishing of my book, and a new poem I wrote (while locked up).
Tag: #modern #writing #poetry #journal
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…
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