I call this venting in different directions
1)
I am more impressed with your fascination than the lessons you try to teach
I feel this shows a real version of who you are
and yet…….here you are
Preaching to the choir to hear yourself speak,
and not once do you share your thoughts
on how life has Continue reading
A quick poem written for you
I’d like to talk to you about the shell you hide yourself in.
I mean,
what’s the sense in being beautiful
if you don’t know Continue reading
23 years ago today, I said goodbye to The Old Man for the last time….
After sitting by his bedside, my mother left the hospital for the first time in weeks. Once they hooked Continue reading
There is too much flash in this new century. There is too much advancement in technology; too many apps, too many cellphones, and too many empty playgrounds.
There are too many ways to communicate, yet our communication with each other seems to be dwindling and left in the less personal hands of text messaging.
A young girl with a piercing in her lip looked Continue reading
Replace the thought with an action…..
In an interview, an inmate from Alcatraz spoke about his time in solitary confinement. He described the dark room as damp with a horrible smell.
He called it, “The hole.”
Perhaps the room was named after the hole in the floor, which is what the inmate was told to use as a toilet.
After being thrown in the cell, the inmate fell to his knees. Then he Continue reading
This was it…
In the comfort of my hatred,
my tongue knifed at the outside world
and I was protected by its sharpness.
See, every kid goes through their hazing period.
Every kid has their Continue reading
I sat in the back of a Greyhound Bus with hours of travel ahead of me and nothing else but time to consider my young life. I was trying to reconnect the good times and separate them from the bad.
In the fifth month of my early sobriety, I was heading home to say farewell to The Old Man. By this time, the fog in my head was beginning to lift. I was less angry and more aware. I was learning about Continue reading
If you have never been there, then perhaps it would be hard to understand what it feels like to be kept in a place with people from different parts of the state, or different parts of the country.
And I say kept because it is seldom that people enter a drug rehabilitation facility on their own free will.
There is usually a reason. Be it jail, the job, the wife, or family; most of the Continue reading
I had another one of those dreams again. Everything seemed so real and so vivid….
After a violent act, I felt as though someone pulled the plug and I was funneling down a horrible drain.
There was no turning back or ways to apologize for what I did.
It was too late for that.
The damage was done and the blood on my hands became very real. Suddenly, the games I played were Continue reading
America,
I do not blame you for the anger.
I blame me.
I blame the society I live in
I blame the silently growing machine—
the one that comes from both sides, creates controversy,
boils, and overflows into the streets
I blame the aftermath of our ignorance. I blame the uneducated
and the Continue reading
