NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
Regrets drown themselves in moments. Fear from exes sowed to your heart, jagged scars, purple bruises like violets, over watered with tequila. So much of your pain is gasping, wounds on your body, secret poems. Pungent smells of rotting corpses, stacked too high to burn. So drown them. Throw them in the ocean of ignorant…
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I am the rose that grew from concrete Wilting after being stepped on by lovers Who promised to be gentle Believing they came to breathe in my fragrance To pluck me from misery And carry me home Watered in the most breathtaking vase And admired for ages Assumption was the thorn I used to hurt…
1 We aren't hiding anymore when we're twenty seven. —One glorious evening, to heaven with cheesecake and wine, Noisy restaurants with their faint WiFi! We walk through the gardens of the Getty and watch the sunset. The blossoms smell good in the good September evenings! At times the aroma fills the sky and we open…
Chapter One Chapter Two “I prefer a stiff drink over a stiff man.” Laughter bubbled over my lips as Gin explained herself with blunt description. It was the fourth Thursday since we had met and every night ended the same; teeth crashing, tongues dancing, and lips melting together. I didn’t know much about the enigma…
I've been working on longer forms of writing outside of my usual blog post and poetry. To create an audience I've moved to other sites and publications to find readers. With that being said, my own personal site will always be a hub for everything I'm doing. Below is the first chapter of a murder…
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…
Memorial Weekend I was inspired to connect with my followers and show my appreciation for their support. All things considered, my following, readers, and supports have come largely from my Instagram account. What better way to celebrate my supports by having a Book Giveaway Contest! The Rules The instructions for the contest were simple, straightforward,…
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…
Prison Or Passion I've talked at lengths about my first poetry book, and I'm not done yet. In actuality the real talk is just beginning. My debut poetry releases Friday this week, April 26th at 7pm. That day is also my mothers birthday so it will be a huge celebration. I can't wait for everyone…
About Tolucan Times "The Tolucan Times/Canyon Crieris published every Wednesday and is an adjudicated newspaper of general circulation by Superior Court of Los Angeles, May 29, 1956. Decree N 94940. It is qualified to accept legal advertising by approval of Los Angeles Superior Court." My Story Published I had the honor of talking with on…