Often times I have thoughts and feelings that I wish to convey to myself. It helps to extract thoughts and feelings from your head and place them elsewhere t...
Surreal representations of familiar locations Strangely stretched scenery sprawling into infinity Echoing expanses of accustomed accoutrements Voices of varying volumes vehemently vacate And suddenly, the scarlet scenery speaks silently… Preposterous prosperity pleasantly permeates Confidence confides complimentary consciousness Dissolving desires delicately descend Reality reconciles radiant…
Written in 2012 Worthless words work their way around my weak self-image They liberate themselves from me, for hope of a better tomorrow They are impervious to intense scrutiny I am envious of my own manifestations In an instant they are gone Sitting in a corner and asking myself why it’s so hard Shaking the hands of imaginary demons who tell me what to write I ignore them, passing by their advice…
you are always there and sometimes I will forget a blissful burden
This was written on Sept. 20th, 2017. I do not remember why I wrote this, most likely an exaggerated response. Pizza is my Battle Horse A considered declaration "È il mio cavallo di battaglia," in English literally translates to, “It's my battle horse”. An Italian phrase that is meant to tout one's skills in a certain field, often used to humbly reassure those around you, a confident declaration…
Written 2/9/2026 Music may be one of the greatest influences and forces in my life. I cannot find the words to appropriately describe the immensely positive impact music has had on my life. I am not a musician, I am simply describing how experiencing music as an art form has given my life something so deep and profound and impactful. The only thing that can compare to the emotions and fulfillment…
Written in 2011 Dogs In a cold alley way crumbling to dirt The dark and wet air hosts long reflections Rainy street lights beside rotten picket fences Things appear much sharper in the cold A smell and a sound stand alone as silhouettes in the air The scent of resting rain and the cold wailing wind Carry a nocturne of barking dogs Throughout the oblivious night sky
I wrote this during a very interesting time in my life. I was 24 years old in the summer of 2013, at the height of my debauchery. I consider many aspects of this piece to be juvenile, but there is still some merit to this work. I intended to write more, but I neglected to do so as the years went on, so this is its finished state... Fever Dream I couldn’t find my eyes. Lost them somewhere between…
We cannot possibly witness or comprehend all the beauty and significant moments of self-actualization strewn about our world. A quasi-chaotic maelstrom of humanity's finest work, so vast and yet so veiled. A stupendous secret lain bare without a care or trace of trepidation. Absorbing artwork that moves you while in a vulnerable and uninhibited state of mind, engaging in a stimulating and…
Recently, while deeply listening to music and engaging in meticulous reflection, I came to a stark realization. Nothing groundbreaking, but certainly noteworthy. I came to realize that, for as long as I can recall, I have been bestowing life upon an internal critic who resides within my mind. Obliviously, I would instinctively play the role of a self-appraising judge who would pore over every word…