NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
How many times will you do the right things for the wrong person? How many times will you give your worst lover the best parts of you? How many times will you Scotch tape your heart together, Superglue your sanity back intact, And crawl towards the light of hope? How many times will you cry…
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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…
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…
And if Joy comes How will we welcome him? Will we not fear him, Will we not cower After knowing only Depression for so long? Though we have prayed for him, Though we have drank All through our night (lifetime) What if we hope again to Hear the click Of his mighty boots On the…
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…
I was going to start with a disclaimer but honestly think what you want about me. My brother was visiting me and I knew he would be the only person goofy enough for me to take to The Selfie Museum. I mean we all take selfies, my 70 plus grandmother just sent me a selfie…
Hollywood cyanide Toxic Male Pride. All rules defied Life’s a joyride.
My Poem Was Published If you have been following my journey you know how big this is for me. This is technically my second online published piece of work. I choice to share this one first because it is a story I haven't told online yet and honestly until recently it was not copyrighted.…
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I’ve got some scars I’m trying to hide. I’ve got past lives That haven’t died.