Spoken Thoughts
Where I voice my spoken thoughts in the form of free verse poetry. Soon to open submissions to others!
Again and Again...
2/21/24
Here again huh.. okay..
Looking for something I know I can’t have
After finding myself
I ended up back on the same path;
Questioning if this is just who I’m destined to be.
In sharing these thoughts between you and I,
Him plus me.. at this point, we’re basically living the same lifestyle.
We’re tempted by the same things,
You sëë, we find pleasure in a taste of three things: Pussy, power, and pain;
The holiest of trinities.
I think it’s about time I start charging a small fee..
I’m my onlyfan and I wish that someday
I would start listening to me…
And with these words on this page
It would be nice if ,
I mean…
For the day that I realize I’m not working for my own team,
This is a prince on a griffin with an open mind
Opening the doors hidden on the mountain side;
Fate will make me realize
It was through my eyes
I held that draco to my head like a snake in the garden, I found myself slithering…
Swallowing a gulp of air down my adam’s apple
It was a fortnight’s midnight eve
And a conversion from false to truth
When I exposed my inauthenticity…
In realizing who I am
There was a 4 second deep inhale
Of a lung paralyzing breath of fresh air….
Finally at peace with who this is,
No longer was this he nor him;
As clear as day it was to sëë,
It was only me who stood here.
Over My Dead Body
7/19/26
I realized today I carry a trait of obsession.
Staring at you through the lens on my camera,
With the lenses of my everyday life,
I noticed your subtle gestures were calming the tides of my tempest.
I’m obsessed with you.
In the cold darkness I crave your warmth.
And as I scar beneath the heat of light shining on my flaws, still I crave the darkness that you’ve distanced me from, a place I once called home.
In essence, I’ve thrown my rocks and opened my palms to show my pebbles too.
I even rolled the stones and stained my clothes
In attempts to hide the vanity I once knew, as I step,
and grind, and crawl, my stubborn heart continuously grows fonder of you.
Smile
2/25/26
I smile because more often than not, I feel I have to. This world’s fueled by the hatred that extends further than the length of the Sahara Desert.
And to no surprise, I aimlessly hit the bullseye for additional corruption to fill the air with each touch resonating pain as I feel the air, this is me!! And for those to test my cynicism I raise you a truthful dare, a challenge if you will, to fix the things you can no longer control when you carry the weight of the bill, it comes with the added pounds as you hike up that hill.
Up and over, a repeating thought, to surpass thrill echoed out from others who took the same deal as if YOU were gonna be the one to conquer this wheel going round and round looping in your mind contemplating if the single cold metaled chaos that sits lonely in a chamber can roll out a fresh 70 millimeters of new film, BANG.
In Their Hearts
10/27/25
I like the fact that you can see the hate in someone just from looking at them.
Impossible to mask their seething hatred,
I watch and ponder about how they got here,
How their fate was decided,
What guided their decision making and if there's a chance to fix it.
I’m not the type to fix a problem that’s out of my control
But I am the type to spend my minutes,
That often feels like days spent hacking away at the things causing us pain.
You see, I’m an observer, not a social bystander.
I like to notice the things no one pays attention to,
Not your average social butterfly I guess you could say.
I often spread my wings on the corner of no return
Where you’ve shared your secret mannerisms when you thought no one was watching,
Yet there I was, minding the business that doesn’t pay me.
I’m a part of your world and you haven’t even noticed me.
Sometimes I’ve got my camera and sometimes I’ve got my eyes to capture this moment,
To me, there’s nothing better than the art of observation.
Not to pry and be connected to your lives,
But to live and experience the essence of human life,
The very thing coexisting in each of our minds,
Whether good or evil, it's the breath of our everyday lives.
Modern Fragments
6/15/26
In passing, he catches glimpses of hisself, offering brief moments where emotion meets him at a destination before the idea of connection arrives.
Once, in the bathroom of his favorite coffee shop.. there it was; the perfectly imperfect drawing he had tattooed on his arm that very day, serving as a represenation of insanity in the modern age.
He stands.. phased out, dissociated, and mirrored as he scrambles through the scraps of residue left behind in his brain for time to convince him that the fragments belong to the same man.