My book is now available! I self-published it through CreateSpace which means that it is available on Amazon and Kindle! I did the formatting and cover art myself:

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This book is the full collection of those poems that I wrote during college: 31 in total. That makes the book about 50 pages long! That is 50 poems of my heart, soul, and mind during the last 2 years of college at Liberty University.

Thank you already for showing support. Your views and follows have encouraged me to continue the publication process. I would not have published without your feedback. Now, it’s ready! I need you to continue to show support by buying a copy, reviewing it, and recommending it to a friend. Any of those will help! To encourage your support I made the prices cheap: the paperback copy is $9, and the Kindle version is $6. This is just as much about sharing my story as it is about earning a profit. I’m not making that much money from this.

Thank you for your support!


Poem Entry #14

Bloodhound Demon: Part II (15 April 2016)


I run and I hide

I run and I hide

But I can’t run from it

And I can’t hide from it.

The bloodhound demon chases me far

Into the deep dark forest of my heart.

I crush leaves, break branches, and leave a clear trail

But it doesn’t matter cause the demon won’t prevail

I trip

Poem Entry #13

Bloodhound Demon: Part I (15 Apr 2016)


My vice is a bloodhound demon of the night

I can deny once, maybe even twice,

But on the third time his rage ignites

And I fail to offer him a good fight.


Not here, not alone, in the deep dark forest

Where the mind is strong but the eyes are poorest

I yield to the vice I solemnly hate

And the demon whispers, “You’re not so great.”


Then a voice booms far above my skull,

“Wretched fiend! Your power is void and null!

“He has my Spirit who knows not defeat.”

But that stubborn demon did not concede.


Whether he haunts in the forest or field

I smile—to the perfect Spirit I yield.

Poem Entry #11

The subject of this poem is my girlfriend, Elizabeth. We had been dating for over a month and I decided it would be sweet to write a poem for her. This was the first poem I had written since December 2015. The sadness which drove me to write the previous 10 poems was gone mostly because I moved from a crumby apartment complex to a brand new, luxurious one. I also quit my stressful job to focus on schoolwork, and, by February, I had met Elizabeth. The spring of  2016 was a pleasant time. It marked a turning point in my poetry which wasn’t realized until the spring of 2017 when I wrote fun, meaningless, loosely-structured poems like Psychobabble.

Without further delay, enjoy!  🙂


Dogwood I (29 Mar 2016)


You are a flowering dogwood tree

Whose branches reach out to those in need

To wrap them in a blanket of twisted wood

So that they if not otherwise would

Know mercy so sentimental

And grace so supernatural.

In rest, to heaven they might inquire

The origin of your strange desire

To offer them care and protection

And to share the hope of resurrection.


Heaven might answer and say that the most

Influential voice is his Holy Ghost.

But there is another specter of old

Who tried to tarnish her soul of gold.

That specter did steal her hope for the morn

With a heavy blanket of twisted thorns

Until it was restored unto her

By a knight in divine armor.

Now she loves others with true sympathy,

And that’s what makes her so lovely to me.

Poem Entry #10

Day Trip to DC (16 Dec 2015)


What do I say? Yes or no?

Should I stay or should I go?

I want to make a memory

But my friends—they cannot join me.


Fulfillment not tedium is the goal

But if I can’t share it then it’s not whole.

Without fellowship, what is the goal

Of a day trip to DC alone?


For nine hours in my car

I will chat with a childhood Friend

We’ll reserve two seats at the bar

And I’ll hear the good news again.


True solitude and tranquility

Can be a heavenly melody—divine remedy.

Poem Entry #9

Friendship (08 Dec 2015)


Perhaps the deepest pain I’ve known

Is being in a crowd alone.

In a sick twist of irony

Many yet none are beside me.


But that’s just it; I’m not alone

Even if I am far from home

I have God family and friends

Whose love unyielding extends.


Traversing the solar system

Radiation explodes from them

To the dark side of my planet

Which rotates to accept it.


Even in a cold, distant land

I might feel the warmth of a friend.