Come with me, my love, leave this toxic world behind Find me in the forest, attempting to hide from it all I’ll be chatting with the tree’s, trying to believe that their leaves will never fall Find me next to the river in the middle of December I’ll be watching the sunlight reflect off of the water, while praying to God’s I can’t see The soil under my shoes whispers to me telling me that looking for God is like looking for the author in the book It wouldn’t make any sense

I met a 500 year old tree the other day. It was the largest Ponderosa Pine in the world. He was huge. And when he spoke, I just about crapped my pants. He said, “The more you fear something, the more likely you are to focus on it, which increases the probability of it happening.” I asked, “Murphy’s Law? Or a self-fulfilling prophecy?” But the tree was already back asleep. A few days later, I met a mountain. He told me, “Fear distorts perception, making us focus on negative

It scared the shit out of me to realize I can still fall even more in love with her. And it scared the shit out of me to have to learn how to love her less. And it broke me to learn how to let her go. And it harden my soul to have to do life alone after tasting how sweet and dark her heart is. And I died a little death when I pushed her away so I could maintain some boundaries and self-respect. I pushed her away so she could avoid the pain. I fed her lies be

Alright, I'll admit it, I can be a little petty sometimes. I can be irrational every now-and-then. And maybe, just maybe, I might be a little too emotional. I can crash out and push people away. I do tell stories with my spin on them. I am biased. I will roast a mother fucker. I try to be good most of the time. I try to be forgiving . . . but maybe that's a lie now that I think about it. I have a mountain of regrets that I try not to think about. I have a few broken dr

I fucking hate you You broke me I trusted you And you broke my trust Your responsibility was to me Not to him Your commitment was to me Not to him You were supposed to fight for us Not for him You promised me over and over again That you were done with him You fucking liar You fucking witch You are not a good person No, you are a terrible person You are a god damn mess And then you tried to pull me back in After killing me You fucking f

She told me that in the middle of the night In the darkness She’ll wake up and panic Reaching out of her dog Who isn’t there in her bed with her anymore Five days in a psych ward Her ex boyfriend called it in They broke into her apartment Drugged her And took her to the psych ward against her will And when she told me about how she started waking up in the middle of night while she was locked in there Reaching out into the cold darkness in a state of pure panic I wondered i

It would be for the best If I let you go Because now I hate poetry I hate music I hate books I hate movies I hate chess I hate the guitar I hate the dragonfly And I hate the stars They all constantly remind me of you I hate my life right now I am haunted by you And what you did to me I ache I always ache You did this to me This is your responsibility You lied And tried to hide Your true self And even after I accepted you And forgave you

I drink some whiskey As I wait To meet a lady She's young And sexy And I'm not really ready I just told my ex yesterday That I’d stay steady And wait for her But this lady is really sexy Like, Really really sexy And she hit me up Telling me she's going out And we should link up I told her I'll buy her a drink, Which is about all I can afford right now I really hope she isn't smart Or into art Or into books Or music I really don't want to love again I'd rather not fa

Hey kid You're alright You're just fine Everything will work out You've done great so far Be proud See your power See your influence You are enough You are worthy Light shines out of you Joy is natural Your smile is real You are it, kid You are the one You are the main character of this story This existence is Your life Your story Don't forget that Your life Your story Write a good one You can let go of all that pain you are holding onto Hey kid, take a deep breath wi

The mind is not meant for peace. The mind is meant to think. Peace is not a function of the mind. That's not what it has evolved into. The mind evolved to keep you alive. Watch a bird for a few minutes . . . See how they are constantly watching out for a predator? They are constantly on the move, never getting a second of peace, always in danger— forever scanning for danger. That's your mind. That's its evolutionary design. It scans for d

A little blonde boy sprints down the soccer field, bee-lining it straight to the ball rolling in front of him. He catches up to it and gives it a solid kick. It's a goal. The Red team celebrates. The Blue team pouts. I watch from the sidelines, and seeing my younger self smile like this brings me a little joy, despite the sea of razor blades and bad dreams I am currently swimming through. My younger self steals the ball, and passes it up the field. He sprints down the othe

Broken bones Broken dreams Broken hearts Broken homes Still skipping meals Still shopping for deals Fading friends 33 years old And I begin again Still smoking too much Always in a rush Missing pieces of my soul I have holes Still alive Still alone Drinking liquor Because I miss her But the whiskey Whispers to me Saying, ‘ You’ll love her until you reach the end of Infinity .’ So I swim through outer space, stopping to chat with the stars ‘ Just how far can love go? Do you kn

An old man and woman sit down at the table to my left. They pull out the chess board and play a game. I can’t help but feel as if they are her and I in a different timeline. Don’t ask me why. It was probably inappropriate, but I snapped a picture of the adorable old couple, just in case I want to share these two with my ex. But she and I don’t even text. The table must’ve been wobbly, because they move their game and coffee over to the next table,

This life started when I met her. Whoever I was before that is long gone. That life is over. That person is dead. Who I am now, I don't know. What I am turning into is a mystery to me. She doesn't know me, she only knows the me that knows her. She doesn't know the real me. She can't see my scars. She can't feel my history. Broken homes. Broken bones. Broken hearts. Broken dreams. The people that leave . . . And me, keeping everyone at a distance. Making them laugh,

Tell me stories from when you were a kid. And tell me how’d you live if you didn’t have to pay rent. Tell me about the injustices you see. And tell me where you turn to for creativity. Tell me what it was that hurt you so deeply. And tell me who you’d like to be. Show me your vices, don’t ever hide them. Show me cracks in your soul. And how you’ve grown. Tell me what you think about reality. And tell me what you think your dreams mean. Tell me you hate me. And tell me you lov

You don't want to choose me But you don't want to lose me So you feed me some breadcrumbs And I eat them up until I become numb You pushed me away But we both know deep down you wanted me to stay I couldn't fight for us after you broke our trust I swear some day our love will decay and rust It'll rot away some day I swear that might be true I'm trying to believe it'll all fade away some day . . . You don't want to choose me But you don't want to lose me All while som

And then she played her ‘Uno Reverse’ card on me and I started to realize how terrible it is to have your lover write heartbroken poetry about you. She always did beat me at that game. Uno. And, She always did write better poetry than I. At least I am better at holding onto hope when I should let go then she is . . . Draw Four, Sucka. CH 1/31/26

I won’t give up on you I’ll stay strong And hold on I will face my fears And slay the dragons inside of me Even when no one else believes I won’t give up on you No, not you I will fight for us And trust in you Always I will always love you So I’ll carry on And hold onto you To love the hell out of you is all I want to do I won’t give up on us I have more in me to give We have more life to live You and me we were meant to be So I’ll

The soul Of a good man Lingers around her Refusing to go to the afterlife Because He loves her So he stays here, on earth Waiting for her He watches her grieve him He watches her cry He watches her carry on And he watches her move on She eventually finds someone new And starts to forget about the man she once knew He watches her get married And divorced 7 years later He watches her cry He watches her carry on He watches her wander around t

I love her. I really do. I love her so much. It’s all I presently know about myself. I love her and I want to tell her that once every hour for the rest of my life. I love her. I really do. Nothing is more true. I don’t need her, But I want her. I want her more than I want anything else. I love her. I really do. It’s almost all I can feel right now. But, What is love? What is it? . . . Do you know? . . . Well, I thought about it a little bit. And here's what I ca