Poetry for a desperate heart — It's different, but I'll count to three I'll close my eyes and imagine myself on a bridge Somewhere in London, Somewhere in London, You'll see me When I'm at my best Dressed for you, I'm nervous Somewhere in London, Somewhere in London Wanna read more poetry like this? Click one…

My final attempt at being a writer on this platform — Going Back To Being A Writer, & Not Just An Author I’ve been gone, trying to figure out my path as a writer. As an author. As a poet. I’ve released a few digital projects lately, but I feel like I’m missing something. One thing I’ve learned about myself is that I want to release my literature as soon as possible…

A Short Horror Story — INT. CABIN — NIGHTFALL Johnny and a handcuffed man by the name of Henry, burst through the cabin door. Johnny closes the door behind them, quickly locking the door and sliding a nearby bookcase in front of the door. Henry stands in the center of the room and watches Johnny…

Poetry for a desperate heart — Poem # 1 Until he runs me off, I’m at your job, nine in the morning. Until he runs me off, I’m ordering coffees, just to see you again. And if I close my eyes, when you turn your back I know I can play your beauty, by ear. Until he pulls you…

An Article About My Breakthrough, As A Fiction Writer — Episodic Fiction Four projects. Not one, but four. Sigh. For the longest I have been putting my poetry forward, with disregard for my fiction. Maybe it’s because i’m not as good at balancing things as I would like to be. Maybe the workload i’m putting on myself is too much. Who knows…

Poetry for a desperate heart — Poem # 1 We sound like memories, and everything, is only as important, as we make it to be We look like desires of the future, when fate doesn’t even know, how we really feel, about the other You haven’t been my moonlight mood, in some time now And I can’t play sunrise…

Poetry for a desperate heart — Poem # 1 He’s only going to hurt you Over and over again I can only fix you, with bandaids of closure Only so much… You’ll come over, and the cycle repeats itself Using the spare key I made you, you’ll let yourself in In the darkness of my late night room, you…