This Is Where A Pens Worth Will Be Determined


Today I Turned 24 

You could see summer on the horizon that warm night in Chicago. 
  Solemnly in my solitude I sat frozen as the tide of nameless faces came and went. 
Often my gaze met the skyline and marveled in the serenity such a hectic place could provide. 
  Casually the coupled companions eyes would wander towards the weary traveler. 
Alas my presence could only afford to borrow a moment of their time as our paths crossed. 
  Sunlight was being beckoned to the opposite side of the world and I waved my final farewell.
If a lesson was to be learned on this day I suppose it would be as follows. 
  You flock to observation over action seeking to critique instead of opening yourself to the worlds opinion. Take a firm step back into life or make content in the stories of others. 
And with the stars crowning as the sky transitions to dusk look forward with ambition and allow yourself to love. 

“The Last Note”

Shaken by the falls aftermath we attempt to reassemble the pieces. 

Those early months dragged with a bitterness we’d never seen. 

Endless remembrance of your presence at all reaches. 

And yet in that first winter peace of mind found me. 

You see within it silence brings perspective and your faults are never more visible. 

You question how often you truly tip your hand and accept where it lands. 

The final whispers breeze past your ear and with a somber heart you bid farewell. 

And for every moment that fades another emerges in its place. 


I’m feeling particularly vile today. 

Romping through putrid self preservation calm is the nations monotone message to the masses. 

A hilarious horse hare frantically spazzing to the prismatic passing of his patches perfection. 

Eschew was the bengals direction. Uncontrolled motion a constant colmaity like commotion his presence would motion. 

Then came the swine. Weak willed this delusional damsel ever sought courage but ended up ransom. 

Less we forget the aerial arrogance always annotating his infinite wisdom. 

The rambunctious youth with no maternal discipline. Free roam of the world and unforeseen restriction. 

Finally the gullet. Waltzing carefree nature a bumbling barrage of beastlike qualities barge into any residence. Dense would be an apt description endless hunger with bold conviction. 

Oh and there’s this kid Christopher Robin that comes around he’s annoying too.
Thanks for reading lol. 


Let us be majestic,

Marvel in the magnetic attraction that intertwined our factions. 

Two individual sets of hopeless romantics, child like antics and frantic thirst to be in their presence. 

Presented itself in its infinite wealth an opportunity at happiness arms length from the shelf. 

Youthful the promises of promise lands captivated in hormones embrace. 

Oh how we loved the chase. 

Oh how those young hearts break. 

More fragile than glass cannons those fantastic phantoms that lured our vision away. 

Still we remember those days. 

Often looking back in the height of the fade a drifters mind made merry of yesterday’s age. Honest in monetary lapses that level of passion we may not have fathomed but still we were grateful. The youth though sometimes hateful and made fools by the simplistic bumps the road pay their toles by the fragile heart. 


Mortified my eyes swell with a rancid and repulsive rage.

Pain meant to dissolve led me to this poisonous stage. 

It was the assault of endless days or at least what resembled endless. 

A fate worse than death for a writer thats penless. 

We cannot wash what’s been seen, resolve mistakes where the ends met the means. Stop haunting occurrences of has beens and torn seams.  

And we sell ourselves justification. Ever so quick to reach for our wallets and buy dreams no cheaper than the false hope they’re wrapped in. 

But there in lies the truth, we are the toxins. 

Unchained Mirror Gaze

Majestic was my wild side.

Ever addicted to life’s compassion. Irrational connections in the poorest fashions. 

Emotional drifter, swindle unsuspecting factions and gaze as fire consumes their rashions.

Pitch of black felt the fall and no comfort in sight with an endless bottom. 

And still…

Fool of a romantic ambitiously still seeking forevers. 

Swelled pride within the writing hand and many a storm to wether. 

Clipped wings soar even on imaginations feather and so we shall. 

Though brown eyes have seen many nights and lost a bit of their light still they dream. Dream of something better than this. Even if only for a moment. 


I think somehow this tundra found paradise within me.

Often we allow open senses of anemic insecurities to occupy us. 

Tight fisted we grip pages from the book of regret. Relentlesly ignoring the bold warning embroidered on the cover. 

Bleak pathways seem almost bearable on dark days when settling shows no sign of weakness 

But then there is the lesson. 

Your less appealing less than worth holding nonsensical imploding act of insanity makes manic seem like a vacation. 

Forehead now scolding from the barrage of metal taps to the head life’s ruler delivers.

Ice soak veins will never cease to shiver for now I am frozen. 

The Last Drops. 

The night the well ran dry I recall thinking to myself how would I move forward?

A life spent succumbing to ones thirst can make the spirt weak. 

Necessity greets desire at the door and becons it in with false promise. 

You blinks of an eye in time brought ease to my troubled mind. 

Granted me temporary escape from the worlds endless noise. 

Dependency began to ensnare what was once a twlights outlet. 

And now we ride this downward spiral with rock bottom our final destination. 

You’ll elect to abandon ship long before the pit swallows us. As for myself it seems I welcome my destruction with open arms and wide eyes. 

The impact however massive may revitalize something in me and perhaps I can feel again. 

New Hope

I am bursting,

Overtaken by a rapid sense of adrenaline furiously flowing through every inhibited fiber within me.

You see I considered myself carefully categorized in the cutthroat coalition of careless conspirators.

Love would be the innocent ally that I seek to see topple over.

Constantly looking over my shoulder praying that happiness makes no request to mull over.

Words that never reach consummation cannot capture open opportunity to create fresh scars.

Thus is the mindset of the broken.

Ever so content in the humble abode of shattered pieces they accept what is and refuse to aspire for better.

However this pain we must weather.

Focus not on what seems to be endless onslaughts of rain and clouds darker than the night sky.

Find calm within the storm that manifests itself in harsh memories our mind flees from.

Often acceptance weighs more than bodies max resistance but in time a new light presents itself.

And when that new source of happiness reveals itself a crossroad appears just as swiftly.

Plant one foot firmly aimed towards the regrets of the past or the revelations of the future.


Jaded gripped edges

Internal emotional commotion of the misdirected senses seeking salvation in the arms of any and all contenders.

Shortly after the fantasy fades and we must not settle.

Countless compassionate casualties spilled tears and new fears emerge.

Oh the reckless nights.

Lies are uttered that our reasoning lied with a missing home.

Yet behind the walls of deceit the truth took shelter. Anything to numb the pain that swore of departure and remained visible.

It was convenient in those dark times to think only of yourself. Made being cold something easy like breathing. Though the rancid remarks and rouge romps eventually fell hollow.

The shell you made was still lingering.

What can you ask of it but to seek out substance in itself.

Heartbreaking the reality, that substance has long since walked into the sunset.