taking you real deep
my writing tends to come from a place of pain.
it’s relatable because many of us struggle with the same things.
being a black gay male isn’t easy in this hateful society.
my creative expression comes from:
hurt
sadness
depression
anxiety
for the last couple of weeks…
“i think i’m a high functioning depressed person…”
at the time when one of my foxholers told me that,
i was in the middle of a “moment”.
you know how they say males only have “moments”?
a few weeks ago.
that was around that time the foxholer hit me with it.
it resonated with me,
but i thought i was commanding this “new day; new me” shit,
so i was in a “happy” state.
well i have to agree with my foxholer because…
Continue reading “It Isn’t Safe Inside: The Life of A High Functioning Depressed Person”
you gotta watch some of the things you let in your life.
you also gotta watch closely for the energy it gives you.
it could be:
movies
music
relationships (platonic or not)
if it’s too dark,
it could take over your spirit and have you all fucked up.
so i watched “the walking dead” premiere last sunday.
it is one of my favorite shows,
but that shit had me all fucked up the last few days…
Continue reading ““The Walking Dead” Had Me So Depressed This Week”
so you know after the smoke clears,
after all your destruction of the bridges you burned,
you are simply left with just you.
it’s a hard pill to swallow when the forests ain’t fuckin with you no more.
well azealia banks,
who has been pretty much banished,
is feeling the repercussions of her past decisions.
she got on her facebook and fonted this..
Continue reading “Azealia Banks May Need You To Pray For Her”
i’m going through something right now.
my energy level is letting me know that.
i feel so tired,
like i could sleep forever.
i don’t want to do anything.
i know exactly what it is…
Continue reading “The Wheel In The Cage Goes Round and Round (Round and Round)”
i wrote something yesterday,
not out of a place of sadness,
but looking out from where i am right now.
it felt good to let it off my chest.
i was actually at a peaceful place when i wrote it.
tired af,
but at peace.
that is the scary part because i was in a zone of no fucks.
i didn’t cry when i really write something emotional.
i was good.
i just wanted to release.
that i did…
Continue reading “You Answered My Cries In The Dark Forest”