Happiness, Heartaches, and Everything in between

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Appearance Never Triumphed over Intelligence.

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Love really isn’t as rare as we perceive it to be.

Such is life.

It is as if our souls mutually decided on a future together … but neglected to ask our permission.

So here we are, floating along our infinity, trying to piece it all together.

She’s the same woman that left me

… and I don’t know if that’s terrifying or comforting.

10 Day Challenge


Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession

It has become almost tradition that I do this challenge every 2 years, so it’s that time again… I’ll be posting when I get off work every night.

I just want to stare at the stars and pour my heart out to someone willing to momentarily hold the weight of my world.

Mornings can be so taxing on the soul of a lonely lover.

Skewed Manhood: From a Gun’s Perspective (2/30)


Clip on my full clip
Does it make you feel like more a man?
Does raping my trigger at the expense of your spineless schemes make you feel powerful?
Go ahead, continue to show me off, flash and shine your metal of honor
Yes, metal, as in my gun metal, because you will never be honorable enough for a medal
Flex, but do not forget,
I felt the quiver in your index
The cowardly grip on my body
I squirmed in the sweat of your palms
Felt the fear in your feeble cock back
You say it’s gun down, get gunned down
But, you assaulted me in your battles for manhood
Made the concrete catch your downfalls
Paramedics clean up your acts
So, as the cause of a man down, 
I ask you, do you feel like a man now?

Keeping the faith.

Maybe my foundation in faith isn’t as strong as I thought because when calamities like this happen, I have trouble keeping the faith. When chaos consumes, I have trouble holding on to hope… Holding on to a greater power.

I have trouble understanding why a higher power would allow innocent lives to be lost.

That will never make sense to me.

👀👀 Here’s a slight sneak peek of what’s to come in my newest poetry video “This Morning”


late nights.

I held myself back for you 

… that’s not love. 

We shared sleep once.

It wasn’t for long.

We were so entranced by each other that our eyes were too busy playing freeze tag to rest. Afraid that the moment would lapse, we silently agreed upon a game of cat and mouse from sleep. 

When we finally gave in, her fingertips traced my skin, unearthing cataclysmic quakes in my breath. My heartbeat ricocheted off my ribs, threatening to leak the secrets of my sentiments. 

Her hands familiarized themselves with the grooves and ditches of my plateau revealing her intentions of endless archeologist digs into my depths.
Her palm found a resting place just above the surface of my core, my heart.
Her head followed suit, unwinding with my hearts melody.

She listened.
She listened and she knew.

We knew at that moment that just one night wouldn’t do.


I get lonely too.

(Every Day - David Levithan)

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