Thanks everyone for the Happy Birthday messages!! I’m so blessed by all y’all. I have a big family, the lord has really blessed me. He’s connected me to all y’all through this music. I thank him every night for that. It’s crazy the music I’m making right now, it’s like I can’t stop thinking in Melody. All I know is the next time my birthday lands on a Saturday night I’m going to play a big show and celebrate it with all y’all. Thank you for an amazing 21st year, I can’t wait to see what happens in year 22. I so much different than I was a year ago, I’m ready now. Hope y’all are too. #hankcrankinpeople#kentucky#appalachia#boy#writing#singing#living#loving#countrymusic#nashville
I am standing in a confessional.
The only light is fluorescent.
The only noise is the roar of the shower behind me
and the only sensation is the cool of the tile floor.
The priest is facing me.
He looks suspiciously like me
but I couldn't recognize myself if I tried. "What sins have you committed?" He asks.
Maybe I ask.
I'm not sure.
My eyes flicker to the side.
Shame. "Father, I covet someone I cannot have." His eyes widen.
I can sense it.
Or maybe I can see it.
I don't know. "What have you done, my child?" My throat constricts
and my mouth is almost too dry to speak. "I long for somebody so deeply. I cannot stop thinking about them." His interest has been sparked. "Who?" "Me.
Everything I have has been taken.
I mourn the person I could have become.
I am nothing now.
I covet being anybody.
I covet myself." #ocwriting#ocpoetry#mentalhealth#mentalillness#poems#poem#poetrycommunity#poetry#writing#creativewriting#selfesteem#identity
St Albert St.
In an old 40s house surrounded by flowers and trees, we used to congregate.
I don't know how I ended up there, probably a friend had brought me one night.
But it was my epicenter for many years.
It was filled with paintings, art nouveau, art deco. Picasso's woman in blue.
The fridge litered with postcards.
It was a universe filled with color, beauty and one of the most handsome mustachioed cats I've ever known. He was black with white.
We drank wine and beer from colored glass cups that a 1950’s housewife would be jealous of.
This was my creative womb, my city lights, books my fugazzi’s.
Where we would howl until the daylight.
Listening to Billie Holiday, Joy Division, or Guided by voices, Black Flag.
If I had to describe this house in one word it would be home.
The memory of it is so warm and inviting like a tropical flower.
The conversation was riveting always. Music, art, poetry, life, philosophy.
It's the first real place I ever belonged.
I was among my people.
Sitting on the patio watching it snow cherry blossoms. Drinking black coffee and writing.
I joined my first band in the bowels of its basement
Thumping out simple punk rock songs. The musky smell of that basement I can still recall.
If someone today were to ask me where were you born,
I think I'd reply in a house on Helen.St in east vancouver.
Art was my mother and music, my father.
My memory of that place was activated and now so many emotions come flooding in,
Most of all love.
Not love unrequited, Not love of two people joined.
But love true love.
Unconditional un-asked for love.
The love of a family that no relation could connect.
How strange we all met, the fate of it all.
For I would not be the man I am today were it not for the art the beauty the music and the love we found at that St Albert St. house.
I have no other choice
but to stand on the hill top,
that you will come and
take me within your soft folds
though I am a tree with deep running roots that have become
more restraining than ever.
Freedom without any limit
gets you inebriated every minute,
your love for love,
makes you desirable.
You live in the present,
suspend thoughts on time to come
as it is hypothetical, you say.
You are in a hurry to roam
wherever lovers lead you
one after the other.
Do you have an urge to dissolve and pour as water, without any remorse?
Do you know my penitence for your love
on this hilltop is a true sacrifice?
My love for you doesn't bring anything
except my wilting hour after hour.
Why don’t you let my boiling love
seek your shining centre and we
we could first melt and then freeze into one?
Time will have no choice but to stand still,
we would be transported to a distance
where tree or cloud means nothing.
We could just be incessant rain
lasting for ever.
you get the energy when you watch an inspirational movie or any scene? and then you decide to change things in your life in order to make better?...well.....i am feeling like this right now. 😌⚡️
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#igwritersdec whenever I have to think of a name for new character, one of two things usually happens: either the name just pops into my head, or I have to do a little bit of digging. In the case where I have to dig, always start with the character zodiac sign at least give me a jumping off point for what their personality be like. I particularly focused on their likes and dislikes as well as strengths and weaknesses. From there, I tried to pick a letter of the alphabet that I want the name to start with and then I go to a baby names website and either search for the letter and names that mean a certain thing (ie grace, harmony, live etc.) or I look for something that goes with their occupation. For example, my real name means farmer but I got it because I was named after my uncle. If you want more tips on how to name your characters, let me know and I will write a blog post about it or send it out in my upcoming newsletter. #writerslife#editorsofig#authorsofinsta#writersofig#writing#writerscommunity#writersblock#writersofinstagram#writingtips#authorsofinstagram#authorlife#igauthorlife
POETRY. 🌀🌀🌀 11) "Hungry Hungry Wolf", 12) "MCM Shit", 13) "Invading My Dreams", 14) "King Drex & The Drifters", 15) "Farewell My Friend" ✒✒✒ #KINGDREX
THIS IS MY LAST POETRY SET OF THE YEAR, AND MAYBE FOR A WHILE... ENJOY.
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POETRY. 🌀🌀🌀 6) "Death in a Digital Space", 7) "Stalkin' Me", 8) "These Men Are Boys", 9) "Basic Expectations are Simply Standards", 10) "Foreal" ✒✒✒ #KINGDREX
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POETRY. 🌀🌀🌀 1) "Been Lit", 2) "Gandalf In The Trap", 3) "On Notice", 4) "Words As Weapons", 5) "Warning Shots" ✒✒✒ #KINGDREX
Finding comfort in your own company—this is something I learned a few years ago when I thought I was drowning in loneliness. Then, I started taking myself on dates, sitting in coffee shops reading and writing alone, going on long walks by myself, and I started to realize how much I love my own company. And maybe, I confused loneliness for not enjoying my own presence, and when I finally did, I found much comfort and love within.