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The Glory is in YOU
For so many of our beloved Artists and Entertainers, the struggle to be human has far surpassed the struggle to be “GREAT”. Anyone can take some singing or dancing lessons, hone their natural skills into an economic success and rise to fame. But the price of “fame” and “fortune” and “success” seems to take your…
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Shelter Blues
I got the blues. The shelter Blues. The homeless shelter Blues. Tired of being homeless, tired of being po’. Tired of being punished for lacking financial dynamo. The curfew. The expectations. The staff with no compassion. The meals with no flavor. The uncomfortable beds, rooms too hot or too cold. It’s never just right. Man,…
anxiety, bad feelings, feelings, government, home, homeless, HOMELESSNESS, mental health, mindset, poem, poverty, shelter, society, story, them, they, waking up, what’s next, worse -
Blue pill infomercial
I took the blue pill. This is my story. . . . I wake up at 2 am on a Friday night. Another Friday to wallow in my loneliness. I flip through the rolladex of my memory. To find all the humiliating moments and piece them together like a jigsaw puzzle. . . . The…
anxiety, bad feelings, blue pill, Consciousness, darkness, dreams, evil, fall, God, good feelings, hope, life, love, mental health, mentality, mindset, mistakes, night, pain, poetry, reality, sad, soul, strange, The machine, the matrix, them, they, us, waking up -
Mother Wound
Welp, this weekend was Mother’s Day. I have a Mother but.. I don’t feel Mothered.. not in a long time. Not for a very long time. Where do i begin to pick up the pieces of my life and make something I’m proud of? How to i begin to move on? When.. For so long,…
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IMTHEBADGUY
Sigh I’m a terrible human being. My friends think so.. That iPad, ..the apartment, ..all of our conversations.. They pour and pour and pour. I take and take and take. I’m miserable. They comfort me. I’m broken. They try and put me back together. I’m desperate. They provide escape. I’m worn out. They pick me…
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EVERYDAY IM HUSTLING
1/24/24 What is life like for a poor, homeless, writer living in the greatest city in the world?? IT SUCKS! TF? Honestly, what stories could one really expect from a poor, homeless American WITH a college degree!? What luxuries could I afford? Not much. Food cost, Alcohol cost, Weed costs (it’s legal now, so shut…
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