I was home in Westwood. I was home in Camp Lejeune. I was home with one love. I failed at childhood; failed stat… Desperate for home anywhere I lay…
I choose love I choose love I choose love Because it is you Because it is you
Passing houses, dusty, dilapidated, situated on the traffic
This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
I cry alone cuse I don’t want you seeing me in… I’m addicted to this face of a Ma… and all the masculinity we taught… Rewriting the pain of war and brok…
waves over the mind shivers thru the body. Hope, the thread intertwined, through the life of a living soul.
Like I promised, I still love you, not for the principle of loyalty, but because I yearn from the deepest
I found you at last. I do not need to see your face, or know your name. I just need to know that you were… that you came from the same place…
I hate that you smoke I despise that we choke on our desperate attempts for irrational contempt my best efforts remote
What happens when my ADHD is unleashed? Or is it anxiety confused as attention deficit? My ideas now flow
Dear Mom, I can’t even begin to tell how you might have reacted to the letter I sent. It was not intended to be hurtful,
I am claustrophobic, mountains are liberating, of my humble human anxiety. Bodies of water seem provocative, with their two-dimensional facade,
I live on the knifes edge where if I stray even a millimeter to the left I am convinced that any and every flaw
It doesn’t come through governance… it has existed all throughout. It doesn’t come through war, fear and revenge masquerade as lib… It doesn’t come through money,