Twofer Tuesday Poetry: I Am Darkness & Arrogant Condescending Prick

I Am Darkness

I don’t care if it’s hot or cold
Sunny or gloomy
I wear black everyday
Black serves as a barrier
Between me and the rest of the world
I hide behind my black
Clothes and black coffee
They project and protect
My black soul
Black is my defense

Arrogant Condescending Prick

I’m the best there is or ever was
You’re just a weak, pathetic creature
You’re emotional and you complain
Whereas I have the best brain
I don’t think, I know I’m better than you
Everyone says I’m powerful and great
Look! See how great I am
Look at my greatness
Only a fool like you walks away from my greatness
Why aren’t people admiring my greatness?

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: Don’t Be the Reason Someone Lives in the Darkness

The rodent comes forth from his hole
Seeking love, adventure all
He holds steady to not exceed limits
To avoid being overwhelmed
He’s ridiculed and criticized
For living in a hole which only
Pushes him deeper down
Until the contents of his hole
Are the new adventures awaiting
Those he felt would help him
To escape his sanctuary
Have in turn become the reason
For solitude and quiet
Now he starts over
With new friends who may encourage
And support him in his adventures

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

A Letter to My Loved Ones


I’m sorry I have not expressed my needs, wants, and wishes. I often feel selfish and believe I shouldn’t voice my concerns, but I’m learning that the path to healing requires me to be a little selfish. In the past, when I’ve attempted many different things, I didn’t succeed and believed I just wasn’t good enough. With this attitude, I stopped trying and would get upset when no one did something for me. How could they? I never communicated what I wanted; what I needed. I’ve been angry for so long never realizing I’m the one deserving of that anger.

I learn something new about Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder every day and am reminded that everything I hate about myself is a symptom. These are symptoms I may have the rest of my life. One of those symptoms is the failure to express one’s needs, wants, and wishes. Not everyone can get what they want, but there is a kind of power that comes with vocalizing them. It’s similar to writing down one’s goals. Something about that process makes them real. I won’t list everything I want, but I will try to communicate them more often. That alone will be a struggle.

The purpose of this letter is to make you all aware of the problem. This is my problem that I must deal with, but I need you all to be aware. I hope you will support me in this. I hope in some ways you will help me with this. My goal for the remainder of the year is to express my needs more often. Hopefully, it will not be in a burst of anger, but please take this with a grain of salt and remember that even if I’m shouting, what’s important is that I’m communicating. I most certainly need your patience and understanding as I work through my personal issues.

This is only step one in a journey that will take several years. I don’t expect to be good at it in the beginning. I expect to forget about it now and then, but I hope you’ll remind me. The future looks terrifying, but I’m determined to win this battle as well as the oncoming war. I’ve found that ever when I’m in a good mood I still have an underlying bad attitude so maybe this will help with that. I must say one thing. I don’t think some of you know me as well as you think you do, and I think some of you will not take this letter seriously. If you want to say something you think is funny, don’t say it to me.