Up until about an hour ago I had not posted a poem on wordpress for over month. There are a lot of reasons as to why but for the most part I just couldn’t write anything at all. No stories. No lyrics. No poems. It was unpleasant to say the least… All I can say is that I am so happy to have been sitting here writing for the past two hours without having to think much at all. It has made me take this moment to stop and appreciate the sanctuary that writing truly is for me. Somewhere to go when everything else is completely chaotic and negative. This is my happy place, even when I am writing about sadness… Thanks for reading.



The Grind.

I lost myself.

To the daily grind.

Not the one of work,

But the one in my mind.

With thoughts in circles

And loops

And knots.

When my psyche gets going

It’s hard to stop.

I hate myself,

I swear that it’s true.

I hate everyone.

I even hate you.

But such strong hate,

Just can’t be sustained.

And thus you see me,

Going insane.

I’m moving through life

In this darkened cavity

Where my heart and my brain

And my soul ought to be.

But they’ve disappeared

To me this is clear,

My confidence replaced

By bitterness and fear.

I’m swinging and swaying

And dancing in the air.

Finally I’m free

Without a care.

When you look to me next.

I will not be there.

Maybe I’ll see you

Some time again.

Maybe next time

I’ll just use the pen.



Pills and a Promise.

As someone who has been prescribed medication for mental illness, I often contemplate the eagerness of people these days to resort straight to medication for all manner of mental health difficulties. I disagree with this approach, and I think that people just seem to be looking for the quick “fix” but not actually addressing the real problem. If you don’t like your face, and you put a mask over it, your face is still there. Mental health issues stem from deep seeded problems and until they are looked into, I personally don’t think they will be solved. I am not saying that medications are fundamentally wrong or that people who take them are likewise. I just don’t think they should be used as the first and only option for treatment. I also am not trying to imply that they are prescribed in this way in all cases.



Have this pill.

See how it makes

things better for you.

Watch as it brightens

up your whole day,

and alters your mind

in every way.

See if you’re yourself

after i’m through

Prescribing this happiness

from me to you.




Smoke and Mirrors

Sense, and making it

A splendid idea

But the point you’re making

It’s not very clear.


With the passing of time

I see in our culture

A steep decline

Opinions: popular

Don’t reflect mine.

With what they say

I can’t agree

Where they are coming from

I just can’t see.

So much action

Set in motion

By greed.


So what sense i make

Becomes a mistake

In a world full of take

and take

and take



Stomachs more than full.

No shame.

Life’s a game.


A thin premise of vulgarity

Your take

Astounds me.

A word can repulse

An image can offend

But it’s all smoke and mirrors

In the end.

What about lost lives

What about the heinous pride

What about the people

What about the youth

What about their parents

What about the truth?




Too Much to Say

This is my first post.
I am a 22 year old male.
I am too often finding myself to be lost within my mind. A whirlwind of thoughts and ideas crash around between my ears, and I am creating this blog to give myself an outlet to put my opinions out into the world in a reasonably unobtrusive way.
Poems will most likely make up the majority of what I post, but there will be other articles as well I suppose if I can fend off my lethargy for long enough to write them.

Laying in wait

with too much to say

And no way to escape

inside my brain.

To lay a thought down

With no one around

And scream to them all

Not making a sound.

We run and we fall

Keeping up with this world.

Who would pick us up,

when we are too far ahead.

All else on this earth

have been left for dead.