My constant craving for alcohol can only be controlled through memories of how hard it is to stay clean. I haven’t had alcohol for seven years now. If I touch it, I might metaphorically and literally go to hell.

Just so you know I’m not a drug addict or alcoholic.

An old poem (c. 2002-ish) but one I found and felt like sharing. Struggling to make decisions, I have always found it difficult to accept them–the "what if?" always poisons me to some extent.

Her heart craves for the warmth of a touch of familiarity.

A love poem about chocolate.

Poem about surfing.

This poem was inspired by someone that I believe will be a life long friend if nothing else.

A poem about infatuation.

About the craving that gets worse with time.

This is a poem I recently wrote about beating my addiction to self injury. That was a while ago, but it felt time to share some thoughts about it.