NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
I want to tell you all good morning, that I had a restful nights sleep, and I'm prepared to attack the day. I want to tell you all of this but frankly, none of that B.S. is true. A lot of us don't have the luxury of just giving up on the day around 7…
I need to write more when I’m in love. I need to stop holding your hand on these long Malibu walks And write more. I need to stop staring deeply into your eyes across the dinner table And write more. I need to stop watching you dance through the night And write more. I…
Blind I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I stumbled upon your Instagram and saw you in so many places with so little clothes. I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I picked you up from the airport. When we exchanged hellos, didn’t touch but smiled at each other…
The way you say tomorrow Terrifies me As if I’ve trapped you in today And you’re searching for all the exits.
I was not born into a religious family. It was just my mother and I when I was younger and religion didn’t pay the bills, not in my house. My mother worked two jobs and went to school while I was always trying to do what I could to help around the house. Sundays were…
Continue reading ➞ Is this Church Built with Wood from the Cross
Ask me not where impotence lie When a smile is the mask of the bad guy For deep down inside of the speculation You’ll find the heart to be my damnation Ask me no more “How are you” The sky is grey and my tears are blue For clouds and people both bring shade And…
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…
Continue reading ➞ Only You & I Will Last Forever: A Letter To My Depression
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…