It’s Okay To Not Be Okay

If you get nothing else from me or this blog, I truly hope that this short message sticks with you.

It’s Not About Love

This Poem Isn’t About Love. It’s about lines ripped from cinema, and sad songs played on repeat. About rooftop talks on cold snowy nights, and late night drives through brightly lit neighborhoods.   It’s not about love. It’s about Tequila chased with limes, and the bitter taste of feelings. About midnight trips with no destination, ...

It Hurt

When it comes to love and relationships I am probably one of the most cynical people on the planet. When I hear the word marriage my first thought is tax benefits, weddings seem like hollow empty money monsters, and if I’m being honest too many people have shown me the inner workings of their relationships ...

About Me

It was brought to my attention recently that my About Me page was a bit outdated. Crazy how much you can change in seven short months. Rather than putting all my effort into a few meaningless changes, I think it may be more beneficial to take this time to really embrace the spirit of this ...

Why did you try?

Why did you try? Was it to escape the pain? Was it to put an end to the noise inside your head? Did you really want to die? I tried because I decided life wasn’t worth it. I had finally broken free of the confines of my mind, ascended above my depression, and looked out ...

Two Years Later

I’ve been plagued by a serious case of writer’s block. In an effort to overcome it, I asked someone special to come up with the first sentence to a poem for me. It started as a simple writing exercise, but quickly turned to something much more personal. It’s fairly ordinary, but I thought it may ...

Why We Let Go

Why We Let Go If She asks if she’s your angel, Tell her no. Don’t think about it, Don’t hesitate, Just hold back your tears while you lie. And when she looks at you, When she stares into your eyes so you can see her pain, Smile, And then don’t look back. Shut the door, ...

Shining Angel

Happy moments come few and far between these days. My daily routine is seemingly consumed with hundreds of painful moments which I now associate with simply being the price of living. It has caused my vision of life to be tinted by a permanent darkness that often manifests itself as perpetual pessimism, and an unhealthy ...

Learning How to Live

I once asked a girl what kind of character I would be in a movie. I was hoping she would tell me that I was a picture perfect male lead, tall, confident, charismatic, the type of person everyone wants to be or know. Unsurprisingly, she told me I was a side character. To her, I ...

What it Felt Like

It’s short, it’s pointless, but “Spirited Away” has me thinking about death. Dying was a weird feeling. I was frozen in time, perfectly aware that I still existed, but unable to move any farther forward with my life. It was as if someone had taken a picture of me lying on my bedroom floor, and ...

I’m Black, and I think Richard Spencer Should Speak At The University of Michigan

I’m Black, and I think Richard Spencer Should Speak At The University of Michigan Before anyone gets too upset with me, let me make one thing clear. I find Richard Spencer to be a vile and disgusting human being, and wholeheartedly disagree with his ideology. However, with all that being said, I think it would ...

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