It wasn’t enough that my mom dropped me and all of my shit off in front of Farnham Hall for my sophomore year at Southern; as she was in a rush to make it to church, primitively into my first semester sophomore year I received a phone call from my her telling me that sheContinue reading “1523 Chapel Street”
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Third Eye Opened
He never loved me, because if he loved me the way that I love him then we would have been together. While browsing through some of my old journals I found a letter that I wrote ten years ago; and never delivered it. The letter was written to the married man that I was dealingContinue reading “Third Eye Opened”
What if I went to Johnson & Wales?
I attended Southern Connecticut State University for my undergraduate degree. Originally, I planned on attending Johnson & Wales University in Rhode Island. At the time, my best friend (my sons godmother) was a star basketball player in our high school and D-1 schools nationwide were recruiting her to play. Even our very own UCONN triedContinue reading “What if I went to Johnson & Wales?”
I Never Titled this One
Sometimes I it’s think your smile drawing me in more to you. At times I know I’m dreaming, as your touch just can’t be true. Most times I’m scared…nervous that one day you’ll be gone. Painful thoughts of you realizing that I’m not the one. Thru my painful sunshine, and out of the lucid mist…youContinue reading “I Never Titled this One”
Tarnished & Stained
In your eyes I see sadness; though happiness is portrayed. As your misery piles up, it’s your contentment that’s delayed. It was your touch that made these tears drop. But love kissed them away. Both of us know that only the world benefits if they stay. With every touch a bit more of me disappeared.Continue reading “Tarnished & Stained”
Repression
I am being brave. For the whole of my life I have struggled with my weight. I was always a fat kid and to the embarrassment of my mother; I was the one of her two children at the time who would eat incessantly if allowed. Shit, looking back I can say that I ateContinue reading “Repression”
