Broken Car

This is a poem that I just wrote this morning, using the metaphor of me being a broken car. I typically live in the past and stop often to think about the past, but I need to shatter my rearview windows and rust my brake line so I have no choice but to move forward in life and look towards the future.


On the Noose or the Podium

A poem I wrote today about how I am at the point in my life where all of my thoughts are of death but all of my desires are to be more successful than ever, and about how many of my friendships are very one-sided and therefore I question their care for my existence at all as to whether I should die or thrive.