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I Write to Make Sense of The World Inside Me,
to Have a Greater Sense of The World Around Me.
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A Love Letter to Steven - Letter 1
My first of a series of love letters I write to myself. Fall in love with the journey.
Sep 23, 20241 min read


Happy Father's Day to My Father, Wherever He Is
I'm growing to a place where I can forgive me DaD fully, for even things that I may never have an answer for.
Jun 16, 20243 min read


Untitled Vent (04/24/2024) | Poem
I let this realm weaken me Installing a cap on the peak in me I wonder if it's too late To be someone I consider great I was told be focused despite the inbalance To just cleaning my room can be such challenge I feel in my heart there is such malice I'm chipping as I go, don't want it to callous I want to be there for everybody, I really do I tear myself a part, when I fail you Every day in a constant place of terror I don't like this obsession of human error I didn't used to
Apr 24, 20242 min read




Morning Come | Poem
I’m walking in the distance passing away time
Gloom mist in the air but streetlights you can still find
The air I breathe is a calm in...
Mar 17, 20242 min read


It is Finished | Poem
It is Finished.
This all too familiar fixation I was once prefixed
Dismissed to a memorable abyss, for preeminence
That's predictable...
Mar 17, 20241 min read


"There's Always Something To Do" Cincy/Ohio Open Mic & Event List
This is an ever-growing list that features open mics, poetry events, music showcases, and more as I begin to explore the city that always ha
Feb 15, 20248 min read


We Are Here | Poem
With a riot in my chest and peace in my steps
Raised power in my fists and rage behind my breath
Demanding justice NOW for the countless untold
Letting this country know, this will happen no mo’
Jan 29, 20242 min read


Reframing the Axiom | Daily Verse
I remember when my art was just a hobby Body hit the stage, heart was in the lobby Holding trauma bonds with memories of what scarred me If self-harm was a business, it was my calling Brain scattered and cluttered up with a bunch of nothing Never seemed to add up to an abundant substance Anything out my mouth came to sound redundant Everything that’s inside felt that more repugnant Now I get up off the floor, then I walk the halls Fresh blood on my hands as I smear the walls
Jan 29, 20241 min read
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