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…
The grace of his dance swelled my chest with pride, and I fought back tears as his passion filled the room. A few weeks ago, my boyfriend, Corey O'Brien, and I had an idea of pure genius. Something that seemed trendy yet new, relatable yet severely personal, and a project that brought together our life…
After publicly coming out and becoming the only active NFL player to identify as LGBTQ, I've gained the attention of the masses. Most of the attention has centered around support, queer visibility in sports, inclusion, equality, and freedom. In the ocean of positive feedback and attention is a few drops of what I would call,…
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…
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.
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…
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.
Every text I never sent you Swirled in my glass as amber. I am the Lone star in this state. Everything’s bigger in Texas Even the heart break. The bartender knows what I want. I’ve been in this dive enough Taking the plunge into My glass full of text I never sent you.