This is a small essay my English teacher from last year had her students write. I wasn't particularly proud of it then, but I like it a lot more now.

If I were a dragon, I wouldn't hoard gold; my hoard would be an overstuffed, slightly disorganized filing cabinet crammed with hobbies and random bits of information. This new “blogging” hobby is the metaphysical manifestation of me pulling out those papers one by one and showing them to you — whether you asked for them or not. Welcome to my first post.

Poetry I wrote during some tough times for me. I have been writing poetry many times throughout my life to help me . With kids now adults I thought to share and experience notd . Might be able to enjoy and recreate myself a bit through writing. I am a low voltage technician now for 30 years. I've experienced many set backs in life and many joyous , priceless family memories. I hope you will take time to read any of my notes and comment or tell me im garbage at poetry 😆 I have thick skin!

To quote Gloria Steinem, she’s been noted to say, “The final stage of healing is using what happens to you to help other people.” It’s been my quest in life to make a mark in my legacy that I have somehow helped others in ways that I have been able to do so. I’m not a billionaire, but I have had life experiences that have been mine and mine alone, although others have traversed similar paths.

It is not the end of the world. It is only redirection and just a delay. In her piece "Atlas's Daughter," she weaves a powerful narrative from the threads of a crisis of faith, a withdrawn esthetician career, and the looming weight of rent. Nguyen's work masterfully finds the sublime within the struggle, revealing how a cup of water can be an answer to a prayer and a grey hair a crown of resilience.

This poem was written while I was going from in & out of mental hospitals. It was a real life struggle to deal with. And I'm hoping some of you might actually stay to read it.

Love is the most beautiful, hurtful, stupid, fun, amazing, crazy, happy, sad thing you can ever experience.

After £72,900 was stolen from my blockchain wallet, I felt devastated and hopeless. My exchange said nothing could be done, but after researching, I found Mighty Hacker Recovery, a team of crypto experts specializing in digital asset recovery. Though skeptical at first, their professionalism and transparency gave me confidence. Within days, they traced the stolen funds through advanced blockchain forensics and guided me through the legal recovery process. Two weeks later, I watched in disbelief as my money was safely returned to my wallet. Mighty Hacker Recovery not only recovered my £72,900 but also restored my faith in crypto security. If you ever lose funds to a crypto scam, don’t give up — Mighty Hacker Recovery can truly make the impossible happen.

This is a short poem about the sudden revelation of my own inadequacy. It was written under the influence and extreme duress.

Where can I publish? I am trying to get my work out there and make some money not sure if it pays, but I really do enjoy every bit of it. I just need help, I’m not sure where to go. Writing is my favorite and I’ve grown so much since high school and would love to share. If ANYONE can point me in the direction to get paid for some of my work- that would be amazing! I kinda wanted to make a book… not sure yet! That’s another chapter I’m not submitting yet but was hoping to bring my idea to an illustrator or something. PLEASE HELP. Thanks in advance.

this was written during a time where I was battling addiction, as many of us have, and still do. a reflection, may I add.

It occurs to me that creating content is an act of love but also hate and all the other ranges of emotional expression that encompass human emotion. Here I will attempt to detail how I feel and think about a variety of topics. Some will be political in nature others will be purely artistic and still more will just be off the cuff hot takes of current events. Some observations will be fraud with emotion others will be called and analytical or at least to the best of my ability to be so. Overall my goal is to impart color to my otherwise drab existence in ways that will be at a very at least creative.

Earlier, you stopped by. I saw you standing there. How long had it been since I'd last layed eyes on you? It was almost like a dream— the kind where you lose what you once loved after waking up again.

This entry is my 'second song' I wrote a while back. Titled, Bacillus, this is taking inspiration from bacteria-Bacillus is a rod shaped bacteria that forms resilient endospores. Science and poetry on the occasion merge quite well :)

This entry is a song that I wrote a while back-Lyrics came from some poetry I was doing in my journal, upon some reflection, I decided to write a song about some of my lived experiences and struggles with family and mental health-this is just for fun and wanted to post it somewhere! Thank you for reading!

"Physician, heal thyself." Not a doctor, don't even play one on TV. Follow me to see just how much a man can take.

My content will be posted on this site: https://www.blogger.com/profile/05085338559663691262 I will be blogging there =]

Quick update about how my week went as I am the Head JV High School Football Coach. Come read if we can pull out a win and if our Varsity can remain undefeated at 8-0

I never knew it could be this hard to be trans. I always thought it would get easier, but instead I am suffering.

Life is kicking my ass. Bills, mental health, work, and everything in between. Tune in for a bit of my scattered thoughts.