Hurt (prompt)

Yesterday I cried.  Not a normal cry where tears elegantly fell on my face and I still talked through it no! I sobbed.  Uncontrollable, ugly faced sobbed  It shocked me I saw the faces of people pass  As a big black gay man held his face and chest in public  Sobbing.  People walked  And watched  And…

Therapy (Make Me Happy)

Make me happy.  So to make sure that I am always evolving as a person, I continue with staying honest. I am always honest about what goes on in my life. Although, there are certain aspects of my life that I keep very private. These privates aspects of my life remain in my personal journal…

I’m 32!!!!

Every year on my birthday I write something.. sometimes it’s a prompt. Sometimes a poem or a short story. I think I wrote a reflective piece about me getting older one year. But I seriously have nothing to say this year… Well… I have these following thoughts. Chasing dreams. Losing steam. I’m tried and yet…

Checking in

I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone. Robin Williams I often tell people that what I do for a living is an isolating experience. I belong to a community…

3am

it’s 3am and I’m still waiting. Waiting for you to text me back and ensure me that everything is okay. I don’t do well with disagreements Especially through text Are you mad? Are you second guessing? See I can hear hesitation in your voice I can’t hear it in text message And I pick up…

ALL OF THE ABOVE

I’d like to believe that we were made for each other That time has sent us to each other after years of needing affection. After searching for real companionship that was not bonded by convenience. I’d like to think that your need for me goes further and deeper than insecurities That this void you’re filling…

My life is LIT!

I don’t do dedications… but I’ll dedicate this blog to Danielle because I keep talking her ear off about this shit! I’ll be 32 years old at the end of May. I am not ashamed of saying that. But when I was 30, I was afraid of turning 32. I didn’t believe that I have…

Golden Cable Cars

Displaced hearts Clad in fashions We gather in the middle of nowhere Where planes take flight We’re stuck in sessions all day Learning to build each other up Yet we leave these sessions Still broken and breaking the broken This does nothing for our growth. Golden cable cars takes us to our destination As we…

King for a night

(Some words i scribbled on my way home this morning) Years have past Storms have come Time hasn’t healed everything Your heart has remained broken You’ve spoken these truths in lines Rhymes and music plays heavy in your heart filled with resilience But the sadness in your heart I heard I felt For I’ve too…

Response to Dark Boy

Special thanks to YoungPlum for the inspiration behind this. He had written this amazing piece and in the comment section, he’d asked me what I might want to tell the Dark Boy inside of me, or what I’d like to hear. Off of the top of my head I wrote these words. There is this…

Relax, I was just Manic…

Part of my job is to talk to people and counsel them. I have no idea how effective I had been in counseling others in the state I was in. Let me be real with everyone. I enjoy being real. I was upfront about my struggles with finding treatment due to my busy schedule. Recently,…

In my head

Here’s the thing. I AM OBSESSED WITH SOME GUY. He’s bright, charming, witty and he’s possibly the most interesting person I kinda know right now. The problem is, I’ve never met him or seen his face. I KNOW RIGHT!!! I read his posts all the time, and I know that he reads mine as well….