6 Years Ago

We were just buds
In the flower of one’s youth
& we did our best
To follow our truth

Lit Cigarettes

This poem was written when i was truly in the depths of despair, mired very deep in my addiction and really struggling to see a way out!

Magic Eraser

An iron oxide
usually red like blood
funny coincidence
formed by the redox reaction of iron and oxygen
in the presence of water or air moisture

In The Beginning

Suddenly it wasn’t the beginning anymore
There was weed and cigarettes and alcohol galore…