NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
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…
The way you say tomorrow Terrifies me As if I’ve trapped you in today And you’re searching for all the exits.
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…
I feel like I should start this post like I start all of my mornings, by shaming myself. Yes this is a post about second dates, and I've been on a ton of second dates. In other words, I am single and incapable of sustaining a long term relationship. But I'm not too lonely, depressed,…
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…
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…
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,…
I wrote earlier about my upcoming article with non-profit organization To Write Love On Her Arms and the day has finally arrived. My article is posted live on their website and I'm ecstatic. If you all would please go check it out, share, and tell me what you think I would appreciate it. I talk…
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…
To own my heart They must first own lots of books. Books they have read Time and time again. So I know that One, They have the patience To finish what they start. Two, They do not tire Of a good thing.