Feel as if I’ve adopted insomnia though it is more as if insomnia adopted me. Awake or asleep doesn’t matter my mind is running. A constant over saturation of ideas that are very much independent of one another. One after the other over and over with no resolve. Who have I become and what must […]

Before I’d Known Suffering to suffer Choking to drown Breaking up the thoughts A list of shit Counting all the reasons to die A method of self destruction Repent for sins uncommitted Struggling to struggle Drowning to choke Shattering the thoughts A broken mind of shit Listing out the reasons to live A method of […]

In some ways it feels as if a part of me is missing and in other ways I feel exactly the same. I hate being apart from her for whatever the reason. The long nights traveling for my job is when I feel it the most. Being on the road is like going through hell […]

“I know your life is a never ending nightmare full of horror and deceit. I know you are often at odds with yourself and this horrid thing called life. Every morning is filled with contempt as you have this endless debate on whether or not you should kill yourself in your shower or while your […]

Classes Start It’s ten a.m. and I’m nearly a hundred percent certain that I am in the wrong class room, but I have no plans of leaving. The teacher, a young woman who is probably a few years older than me with rather large breasts, passes out the syllabus to the class. A two to […]

Do you ever feeling like there is no place for you in the world or that you think you know your place, but maybe that really isn’t your place? My cousin recently graduated from the Marines. Horrible pick for employment given the current leader. The point is though that for as long as I can […]

Drinking Bleach is my first collection of short stories from my earlier days. It is a mixed genre book filled with short stories, poems, micro stories, and more. From the early days of Chewing On Glass to the first story I ever wrote. This book covers a lot of ground. As always available on Kindle. […]

Slowly Carrying the weight of our souls Backpacking through living hell I wish for more But all I get is the same Cavernous, carnivores We eat our young Shit out the old A machine made of razor blade teeth The cycle won’t end For fear that all will be lost For fear of death For […]