NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
Do not cry, mother, for football is not war. We do not carry arms against the less fortunate Or shoot amongst the crowd And the divided sides are not nations But boys that thought playing a game Made them men. Do not cry, mother. Football is not war. Yelling men, beer overflowing, we enter…
Cheater! I thought, laying with my paramour, How can I trust you in 2019? The roof of the hotel shone pearly White, like doves or cocaine. My lover, I kiss Anyhow, as if I hadn’t been Fucked over before. Nearby, a handsome Bellhop looked through me like glass; I looked back, Feeling as empty as…
Elephant Journal The misconception that depression is something that arises only during trails, or is easily curable leads to shame and isolation. I often get tired of telling people about my struggles with depression because of responses like, "Just take some medicine" or "You are depressed again?" I turn to writing in these cases. The…
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Not very often do young men write about love. Even less so do young men write about finding the right kind of love. The kind of love that makes you want to be a better man. The world we live in today is sexualized and desensitized. However, there are old souls among us. Young men…
Early beach heaven Two dark eyes bleed water Wiped away by sand.
It wasn't love that I felt But I wanted it anyway.
When you ask how I like it, the fire you’ve started with your fingers drags across my skin & I erupt in muffled moans, lost in the echos of your name Or should I say nothing- Playing your game, only winning when I lose myself in you My heart, as dark as the starless night,…
As I start writing The clock ticks From 12 to 11 11 to 10 Joe takes a labored breath Opens his eyes His hand twitches Warmth moves through his body Color returns to his cheeks Smiling his infectious smile He unhooks himself from life support His hair grows in a thick afro He lifts his…
Teach me how to sit with this How to hold it, and rock it Until it goes to sleep Teach me how to love this hurt Without it destroying me Teach me to not push away love And invite heartache Teach me how to cry How to smile only when it’s real How to stop…
You’re tearing me apart. My mind runs wild Pulled by an obsessed heart If alcohol is The Demon’s kiss My sobriety is exiled Swallowing a pill I reminisce On the Good Lord’s Book How it never changes And how I hardly look So I wrote my own confession Remorse and emotions arrange To form this…