I lost my book

I have currently lost my rough draft book but it has a bunch of new content that shall be posted as soon as I find it. I’ll be back with some new stuff very soon!


Angry free verse rant? 

I got angry and wrote this on auto pilot sort of, so I’m not too sure how well it comes across. I lost fuel towards the end 

What the fuck 

Kind of world are we all

Living in? 

 Where little girls are being

Pressured into womanhood

Way too damn soon 

Half of them are brought up

Believing they can get famous

 If they show their tits and learn 

To fool around a little bit?

This peer pressure forced 

Upon the young

Honestly makes me so

God damn sick.

How’s a poor child

Supposed to know how

To wade through all this bullshit?

We need to find 

A new way of life

Free of all this socialistic

Fucked up fantasy shit.

Another sad

Tidbit is that

Little boys don’t get treated

Much better.

Learning when they’re young that it’s

“Cool” not to feel and 

That young girls only want

A guy who has money

A home and

A nice set of wheels.

But this is all bullshit

That’s widely accepted

And taught everywhere

So please tell me

What’re we supposed to do? 

I’m not sure what to call this

This may have not been thought out too well, but I wrote it.

I carry two little roaches

Tucked inside my hat

One is thin and

The other one is fat.

I take the fat one out and 

Put it in my bowl.

Pack, pack, pack

Toke, toke, toke.

I carry one little roach

Tucked inside my hat

This ones thin but

 It will do for a little bit.

I take this one out and 

Put it in my bowl.

Pack, pack, pack

Smoke, smoke, smoke.

Disrespect, Abuse and my “wife” (A personal update about a fucked up situation)

*Spoiler* (the person I’m talking about, the “abuser”, is the absolute worst person I’ve ever been cursed to know) We used to have a roommate who was my brother’s best friend, and for some god awful reason still is. He recently ended up homeless (probably got himself kicked out again, for being a shit person, like usual) so my brothr and mother came over to “talk” to us about it. What happened instead, was that they forced him upon us, giving us no choice or chance to speak. Just waltzed into the living room  said “somebody’s homeless, so they’re staying here for a week and a half!” I snapped! I LOST MY SHIT! I couldn’t help it, though. You see, he would emotionally abuse Daphne physically abuse the cat’s when no one else was around. My brother and mother have refused to take what happened to Daphne seriously, and so the fact they just decided it would  alright for him to come and stay even a little bit. Daphne and I have been staying at her mother’s in the meantime and Daphne was having breakdowns for a few days after because seeing that piece of shits face and hearing his voice brought everything back. Thinking about it stilm causes me to be unable to think straight, so I apologize for the structure not being entirley in order. The whole mess here though, is such a lack of respect and understanding. I’m apalled my family could be this daft and uncaring, especially to me and Daphne, who is essentially my wife now, which causes even more rage that they would do this to the one I hold dearest. I’m nervous to go back, though, becauseI have to talk to them and get them to understand what they did wrong, how it was wrong and why they shouldn’t have thought it was an ok idea even in the slightest. I have very little faith that they’ll get it and I feel a mother is going to lose her son and a brother will lose his brother, because they crossed a line and there’s no turning back to how it used to be.

My dumb ass brother and his Abusive best friend (a short rant from a stressful situation) 

I dunno how to feel after that lil bitchfit you threw about how “you got the place” and how “I’m always in the living room” you dumb ass you’re the one that decides to stay shut up in your room and now we’ll do the same so shut the fuck up you have no right to complain. You wouldn’t have even gotten the place if I wasn’t willing to help pay too, so you better think twice before you run your damn mouth fucking think twice before you speak ever heard of “foot in mouth?” You say you have empathy but you obviously don’t you couldn’t give a shit about if we felt safe at home, you barely listen to other people and get irrational in most of what you do, I don’t blame a lot of people for being so in hate with you. You demand my respect but you don’t even let me speak my own god damn mind when I try to give my input, so what gives you the right to think you deserve this Ex-Brother’s respect.

I wrote this because my brother recently put Daphne and I in a very stressful situation. His best friend, who used to emotionally abuse Daphne when he was our roommmate ended up homeless and surprise surprise we get told right then that he’ll be staying with us for about 2 weeks. Now, he’s done some pretty serious and terrible shit outside of emotionally abusing and leaving a permanent anxiety inducing mark on the one I hold dearest ro my heart. I was very against it, but was od course unable to get a single word in as the “bearers of bad news” just kept cutting me off and I ended up going bonkers after a while. I am ashamed to say I absolutely lost my shit today completely lost my sense of trust and feelings of kinship for my “family” after this incident. Their complete lack of understanding in this situation and the amount of ignorance involved is sickening. We’re staying at Daphne’s mothers for the time being because we just can’t stand to be around him and feel super unsafe. We’re worried about the animals we couldn’t take with us because his best friend also tends to abuse animals. Just all around a shittt deal I think. I am still baffled that they felt it would be a “manageable” ordeal. They don’t act like Daphne being emotionally abused was a serious thing. This also makes me ridiculously sick.