One year ago today a lady stumbled into my life. I liked a few of her pictures and she sent me a message. She was a stranger to me, and honestly, she looked kind of dorky. I never suspected a thing. I didn’t even notice her beauty. We talked and talked and talked and talked, never stopping to breathe. Her voice became so sweet to me. Suddenly, life was exciting. And then she flew to me. That was it. She stayed for a week and I was changed completely. I knew I was already in l

There is a pen on the edge of the coffee table in front of me and I get the itch to use it. I haven't written by hand in so long. A strange excitement jolts through my body. I walk to my bedroom to grab a notebook. It's got notes from my old job 6 years ago and a poem in it. The poem reads, ‘This isn't just a pen. No, in this pen lives my imagination. It was a gift from a myth who has blessed me with it. A man, who I don't understand, told me to take a stand. So, with this

There is nothing I could write that could save us, is there? There is no song you could hear that would bring you here. There is no book we could read that could get you to come back to me.  We are simply grieving a fantasy, aren't we? There is nothing else for us to do but to let go.   . . . So, babe, why can't we let go?  . . . Would you want to let go of each other at the same time? Would that help? You let go of me on the count of three, and I’ll let go of you on the coun

Thank you  for  immediately  replacing  me. Now  I have an intimate understanding of what your biggest  fear truly   feels  like.  I don't think  I ever would've  really  understood you if it wasn't  for this. So, thank you.  I am grateful. CH 4/11/26

Today,       all I’d like to say is,        I love you, and I hope you're doing          okay.  CH 4/9/26

Before I left the Underworld, I stopped and asked him one more question.   “Hey Icky?”       “Yes?”         “What do you do after falling from the sky?”         Icarus frowned at me.              “Well, if you don't die from it, you rise.”     I considered his answer for a minute, before saying,       “Thanks Icky.”         “Stop calling me that," he snapped. CH 4/9/26

You can’t lie to yourself after loving something true.  Go ahead and try and see what happens to you. Feel your soul ache, as if it is getting pulled in two. Lose the identity you so desperately cling to— your idea of your ‘genuine self’.  Shed that mask and ask why nothing feels the same to you anymore. Those lies you used to craft yourself don’t fit your life now.  Everything within will inevitably collapse. There is no getting the past back. You can’t lie to yourself after

And what if my life is better with you in it just the way you are? What if you are more than good enough for me? What if you’ve always been enough?       What if I can’t stay away from you this time? What if all I want is to share my life with my best friend?      What if we end up together in every single timeline? Just the way you are, love, has always been more than enough.       What if we are quantumly entangled now? What if the distance between us isn’t real anymore?   

I don’t understand this. Where are we?    What are we doing? Why can’t we say goodbye?     Why can’t we be together? And where are we going?      It comes and goes in waves, they say.  But mostly,     you stay inside of me, never leaving—never retreating.    I feel you here,  right over my shoulder, like the demonic angel you are. So sweet. So dark . . .     I feel your heart beating against mine. You have conversations with me        as I try to sleep at night.  I can’t

I don’t think I’ve slept since I listened to her latest playlist.  I just toss and turn.      I just yearn.   But I am still so stubborn.        Time stands still, and I need time to heal these wounds.      She doesn’t give me enough time. She hop-scotches right back into my life.     And it feels so  right.  Time stands still,      but I need time to heal.  It’s no big deal.     I’ll be alright.  I can bend pretty far    before I break.  Her music, books and poetry    live i

I need a day without hearing from you  Just 24 hours will do That's where I'll start One day without seeing your name on my phone One day without hearing your laugh or seeing your smile One day away That's what I need I bet if we can make it a day Without saying, ‘hey’ We can make it two days And if we can make it two days without saying, ‘I love you’ I bet we can make it to three  And who knows,  Maybe after day three, You won't love me . . . And then, If by some miracle  We

“You can manifest ANYTHING ,” she kept saying to me.  I wanted to believe her.  I really do want to have faith.  I’m pretty sure I even want to believe in God. When people tell me to, “trust the universe,” I always assume they’re talking               about God,               but can’t admit it to themselves.  I want to believe that everything happens for a reason.  And I want to believe that every person is a lesson.            I want to be grateful for the pain.  And

I walked in the grocery store and immediately remembered the time she and I were here. She hates grocery shopping, and I don't mind it. One of the things I've always wanted in life was someone to grocery shop with. Silly, I know. She told me to make a list. I told her I could memorize it. (I couldn't.) The first time I felt her pull away  was on our way  to the grocery store, and I'll never forget her standing in the aisle, frozen like a statue, with her eyes glued to the flo

It starts with a woman and then a drink     A single word leaks out   and takes you for a ride    Like a leaf in the wind, soaring through the sky,    imagining a world where there are no more goodbyes,   you fly But, empty eyes eventually reflect off your screen The cursor blinks    Music plays the soundtrack to your life They are the saddest love songs alive    A few lyrics rattle your bones You reach out for her    but you are alone A single note    from the guitar pulls

The rock climber slipped,      almost losing his grip. With just his finger tips,      he held on. The wind rocked him,      as he tried to find his footing,       before the rain came. Rain wasn’t on the forecast on this particular summer day. He cursed his bad luck. As his fingers started to give,      he looked down to the fall,        and realized how bad he still wanted to live,           but his strength was fading fast. It was a long fall. He held on. He found strength

She said no one  but her dad  has ever bought her flowers before.  Well, I did.  She said  no one  has ever made her  a playlist before.  Well, I’ve made her four.  She said the most important thing  in a relationship for her  was being best friends  with her partner.  Well, she and I became best friends.  She said  no one has ever  read books out loud to  her before.  Well, I did.  She said  no one has ever  dedicated a book to her.  Well, I did.  She said her soul was black

Take my hand     Take my soul       Take my time  And intertwine your life with mine      Take my lips        Take my mind          Take my bones And don’t ever let me go      Take my love      Take my dreams        Take my future And water them      Watch them grow         Take my home         Take my pride           Take my hand And walk this world with me, side-by-side       Take it all in stride         Take everything I am            Take everything we could be And belie

For my next trick    I’ll expose the truth ! This is all an act    Being a poet is a mask It’s a dance—     A performance  Nothing is real here    Nothing is literal  Some thought it was raw    A few thought it was honest But I,      I am a con artist Although . . I have lost thousands of dollars doing this shit . . .    I am a shitty con artist! I steal your time and attention     And in exchange  I get a little validation  And I suppose it feeds the ego You see    to me    

In 2022 Alain Aspect, John F. Clauser, and Anton Zeilinger won the Nobel Peace Prize for their experiments on Quantum entanglement—confirming that particles can stay connected across vast distances of space. This has changed the way we think of distance entirely.  Two particles become so deeply linked that they share a single, unified state, no matter how far apart they are. Measuring or changing one particle instantly affects its partner, even if they are light-years apart

Being a self-proclaimed writer is so goofy.       I tell people that I am ‘going to work for a bit’,          when really,             I just sit alone, with my headphones in,             drinking beer or whiskey,       bleeding out everything that is inside me. So  goofy. I read a quote yesterday from a famous poet who was asked by a friend what he had worked on the previous day. The poet said he had spent all of yesterday taking out one single coma from a poem. And he told