“Looking at you is like looking at myself in the mirror. Only that you’re the demon in me where I wanted to cast away. But then again, you are also the drugs I can’t live without.”
Friday 22nd May 2015 5:55 am
I am very excited to announce that The Whole Desolate Day, an anthology of poetry on addiction, has been published! This has been a four year production that I am proud to say has met its completion. Thank you to all the authors, especially those from Write Out Loud, that took the time to compose and submit some of the most stunning words I've read in a long time. I sincerely admire each poets ...
Monday 16th March 2015 4:40 am
Im burning thru my own world, its like I'm on fire,
i dont know how i got here ,could i get any higher?
i dont know why im pacing, but these dones got me estatic,
add a couple xanax to make the situation frantic.
oh shit, im nodding. now its all just tragic.
im getting high off these beans like their fucking magic.
letting go of life, cause the morphine kills the pain..
Tuesday 27th January 2015 8:04 pm