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07/04/2020

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12/19/2019

“People Pleaser”

They say you can’t please everyone.
That in order for you to make other people happy, you have to take care of yourself first.
I hear all the time “you can’t pour from an empty cup.”

And why not? I’m no messiah but I’ve given plenty even when I had nothing left.
I’ve given love where there lied only the remnants of heartache and disappointment.

You can fill an empty cup again with enough lonely tears and resin of self inflicted scars you had made in the first place. And funny thing is that people can’t tell the difference because the wine has always been bitter.

You see, old habits die hard and this fu***ng habit refuses to give up without a fight.
When your whole world revolves around the sad idea that nobody needs you around, you pour what left you have just to prove your own mind wrong.

That’s all I have left to hang on to; hanging on to the chance that I’m important enough to keep around long enough for me to start healing.
And don’t give me, you have to be okay being by yourself.
You don’t need to be in the dark long before you realize you don’t want to be in it.

They say you can’t please everyone.
Unfortunately they’re completely right.
When you worry about everyone else, you forget that you’re important as well.

But how do you break out of that when all you’ve ever known is being replaced?
How do you have any self respect left when everything you’ve ever worked for gets s**t on by someone or something better?

They say you can’t please everyone.
They say you can’t pour from an empty cup.
They say you have to be okay being by yourself.
But nobody ever says without words that I mean something to them.

08/07/2018

“What goes through my head”

People like to ask me a lot,
“What goes through that head of yours?”
Most times it’s to see what the hell I was thinking when I did something or if I thought at all.
Most think there’s not a thought in my head and it’s all squirrels and shiny red balls and oooh! A squirrel!
They think I don’t have a care in the world.
But how wrong they are....
You want to know what goes through my head?
Fine.... here it goes....

What goes through my head is every little thing I’ve done wrong, every day of my life.
Every time I saw a twinge of disappointment, every frustrated sigh that someone has directed at me echoes through every second of every day.
What goes through my mind is the feeling that the people around would be better off without me, a thorn in their side.
What goes through my mind is the constant thought of wanting to die but I choose to live because I’m too chickens**t to pull the trigger myself.

Every time I look down at my arms, what goes through my head is that I miss razor against skin.
I miss the relief that it brought to see my worst fears and pent up anger being drawn out my open wounds.

I’m forced to look daily in my own mind and see every look of disappointment, every look of frustration and every time I heard “WHY DON’T YOU JUST GET IT?!”
Because I fu***ng don’t get it!
You think if I knew any of the answers I’d still choose to live like this?
You think for one second I don’t want to figure this s**t out?
F**k you!
I want out of my head.
I want out of my life, but I’m stuck here every minute of every day and the pain just doesn’t stop.

So, you want to still know what goes through my head? Or do you want to take it back now?

07/26/2018

“Facing myself”

For the first time, I’m inside my mind and I’m refusing to run away.
I’m standing my own ground and I’m coming face to face with my own feelings.

Needless to say, I’m fu***ng terrified.
So many thoughts and feelings that I’ve been pushing down inside; it’s about time I acknowledge them and face them down.

It’s about time I tell myself,
“You are who you are and you’re damn right that’s okay.”
It’s about time I tell myself that the things that happen to me are out of my control.

It’s about time that for the first time in my life I’m okay with being afraid.
I’m okay with not knowing how to fix things.
I’m learning I don’t have to fix everything.

For the first time in my life, I’m acknowledging that I’m not okay and that it will take patience to overcome that.

I need to start loving myself and I need to fill my cup first before I fill anyone else’s.
I need to look in the mirror more and be okay with the reflection staring back at me.

Self forgiveness is the first step in the healing and I’m so ready to not be broken anymore.
I’m finally ready to not be afraid to think of myself.

For the first time I’m inside in my own head and I will not back down to my own insecurities any longer.
I’m not going to believe myself when my brain says I’m not good enough.

For the first time in my life, I’m storming the castle and I’m not leaving until the hilltop is mine.
For the first time in my life, I’m going to be okay with being afraid.
For the first time I’m going to stop picking my scabs.
For the first time, I’m going to leave the bandage on.
For the first time in my life, I’m going to do what I need to finally be okay.

05/17/2018

“Itchy cooking finger”

I’ve got the itch.
It’s in my finger, up my hands and all the way up
my spur ridden shoulders.
I’ve got the itch.
An itch that craves hands to cold steel and tempered craft to create art for the eyes and the feast.
I’ve got the itch to cook.

I want to get you full.
I want to get you high on
sugar.
I want to make you cm with that very first bite up
to the last.
I want you spent afterwards and left wanting more.
I want you to want me to
take you home for seconds.

Tell me your tastes, your wants, what you crave.
I want to be your personal Jesus.
Making delicious art out of seemingly nothing.
Tell me what I want to hear.
Those two words that get me high.
Tell me “I’m hungry,”
And I am yours.

Everybody has to eat, everybody has to breathe and I want you to breathe in the aromas that I bring to the table.
Thyme, garlic, sage, rosemary; breathe it in, breathe out the gifts that Mother Earth gives us.

I’ve got the itch; the itch to press cold steel against flesh and gifts from the ground and mix with fire to make you sing music.
I’ve got the itch to feed your masses and when this life leaves me I want to be in the heart of house in heaven cooking for the grand wedding feast.

I’ve got that itch.
That itch that wants to get you high.
The itch that wants to get you off with that first and last bite.
I’ve got that itch to leave you wanting more.
I’ve got that itch to make you sing.
I’ve got that itch.....
....to see you feast

05/06/2018

“Eff autocorrect”

You, you sit there just
mocking me;
Like making a joke out of
my life.
You, you ruin everything
for me and everyone
else.
Making us all out to be
fools.
You’re like a hangover that
won’t go away, like that
annoying piece of corn
stuck in your teeth.
Duck you autocorrect....

F**k! I mean f**k you!
When have I ever meant
duck you?!
This is exactly what I
mane.....mean....
I mean come on man!
Use some sense!
Were you made to
torture us?
This shot....
S**t, I meant s**t...
Has to underwear....
How do you correct something that I’m not even done saying?!

I mean I was talking dirty
to my wife once and you
had to stick your nose
in.
Imagine my confusion
when she sent me a
picture of flower tips.
She told me I sent “show
me flower tips”
It was supposed to say
“Show me your.....”
Hey, that’s none of your business....

So just please, stay out of my lite.... my life!
Jeep.... keep away....
Leave me a loaner!
Gag!....gay!!!....gal!....
Gah! Go awake!

Away......

Cereal.... duck you autocorrect.

03/17/2018

“Slow”

We the people have become so engrossed with speed these days.
We want everything done yesterday and want it done 150 miles an hour or better.
We celebrate the roadrunners and cast aside the turtles.
We the people find those who take their time as undesirable.

We’ve become so enamored by the quick that we no longer know what to do when things slow down.
But, let us not forget what it means to go slow.

Slow, like soft and deliberate caresses as a loved one passes from life to death.
Like slow electric pulses trying to hold on to the one that now fades to nothing.
Like slow final kisses upon the forehead of your father who grows colder by the second.

Slow, like foreplay, like running your fingers through their hair and over their body like finger painting your greatest masterpiece.
Slow like Chinese water torture but they beg for more of the long slow drip.
Slow like you’re about to stop when she says “stop, not tonight.”

Don’t forget to go slow sometimes, don’t forget to take your time.
Because sometimes when we’re going ninety to nothing we miss the details that make the difference between 100% and 98.

Sometimes when we go too fast we miss the fact that that burger wanted no tomatoes.
Sometimes when we go too fast we miss out on those moments that make memories that last long after the moment has passed.

Take your time, slow down, take time to take in the scent of the roses that last but a season.
Slow your roll, not everyone is out to get you.
Slow down, slower, slower, slower, stop.

Don’t forget about the roses.

02/19/2017

"Frustrated"

I'm on the cusp of something more; on the verge of breaking through to who I want to be and I can't cross the damn line to get to it.
I'm fu***ng frustrated, by everything, by everyone.

My mind screams that I should be more, should do more, to know more and I'm stuck in a stand still.
In between my own rock and hard place of inexperience and insecurity.
Being pulled in two different directions of needing to be patient and needing to be a self starter.

I'm on the verge of that next step, I'm pushing the envelope and that damn last bit of paper won't rip to shreds.
I'm fu***ng tired of being behind; of being rebutted, of being one upped, of being looked past.

I'm not gonna lie, sometimes I'm tired of being the lovable dorky goof, sometimes I even want to be feared;
at least feared people are taken seriously if for all the wrong reasons.

I know it's time that can only decide when or if I break through, but damn it feels like I've been waiting forever. What say you, universe? Take my time? Or take what I want by force? It's your choice, stars, but impatience is gaining more fuel from the dying fumes of the latter.

Just sayin.

05/01/2016

30/30

"Bonsai"

I used to refer to myself as a deformed tree.
Sporting gnarled roots and malformed trunk just trying to a bit of sunlight to grow tall and strong.
Feeling slighted and unappreciated and second class.

I used to see myself as unlucky.
I saw only misfortune and stacked odds.
I saw me against the world, until I actually started growing.

I am not some deformed malformed regular tree.
I always wanted to be an oak, but I became something more I could be proud of.
I am a bonsai.

Roots so engrained with my culture, my trunk twists with diversity.
I am not malformed or second class, I am twisted and gnarled because I am adaptable.
I never needed to be like the others, because I found my own light to grow.

04/30/2016

29/30

Hello there haiku,
Nice to see you yet again,
I need to stop this.

04/30/2016

28/30

To haiku or not,
That is the big question now.
Eh, what the hell, sure.

04/30/2016

27/30

"Nike's next slogan"

Life is too fleeting,
To wait for it to stop by.
Nike; just do it.

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