I was you once. This is how I know behavior is not an accident…
There has always been a reason behind my madness. There is a reason why I speak and there is a reason behind the things I say.
Always.
The first reason behind my madness was awkwardness; then came confusion, anger, and the inability to express myself.
And that was Continue reading
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I know a little girl that collects rain in bottles.
Says she wants to keep something from Heaven because,
“That’s where God lives.”
I say that’s beautiful…
In spring, she collects dandelions.
She picks Continue reading
It was just before dawn on an early spring morning.
Outside, the cobblestone streets of SoHo glistened beneath the streetlamps after an overnight rain.
As I lit a cigarette, two cabs drove passed me on the corner of Broome and Broadway. I was still in my outfit from the previous night, only I looked Continue reading
New Year’s Day:
At a time when I needed something most, I found an old bag of mine in a closet that I had forgotten about. And inside that bag was a white scarf that belonged to The Old Man.
It smelled like him…
I have not smelled anything like that in years, but at a time when Continue reading
I call this venting in different directions
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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
