Broken Glass

Broken Glass

The crashing sound
of glass reminds
us how easily things
break, when


© Volatalistic phil 2013, Crushed Black Velvet


Destroy Her

Destroy Her

The patrol boat
saw you, drifting along,
and made several passes
before carrying on

And drenched in the
lyrics of your song,
that were once to me
like delicious Bonbons,

came a destroyer
to make you gone-gone


© Volatalistic Phil 2013, Crushed Black Velvet

Pawn Shop Towns

Pawn Shop Towns

Children are overdosing
on heroin and they’re
not much older than 14
The parents hit the street
panhandling for money
to bury their deceased

And after one look at them,
you realize that poor child
never even had a chance, and
you start to wonder if it’s
all just a big hoax

You never saw a pawn shop
town with so many tattoo parlors,
liquor stores, churches, bars,
and police stations—on the
same damn street

But there’s a million of these
towns that are like factories,
breeding hate and fear that only
the fortunate will never meet

And these zoomed up
kids die like saints, for
someone else’s

© 2012 Volatalistic Phil  White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

Burnt Spoons

Burnt Spoons

She left a burnt spoon
with a milk stain stink,
on the kitchen’s counter
next to the sink

My face fell and hit
the poorly tiled floor,
when she locked herself
behind a brown bedroom door

Now, getting dolled up to
go looking for a score,
but hits me up for cash
because she said she’s poor

When did loving her
become a chore?
When did my love,
become a revolving door?


© Volatalistic Phil 2012, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

Two years clean and sober

In a few days (on May 12th) it’ll be 2 years ago that I sat here with a gun to my head, making a choice, and spent the next year and a half thinking I pulled the trigger. Soon, I’ll be two years clean and sober, but it’s not enough. It’s not enough to just quit abusing drugs and alcohol, but I learned that it’s a start, a strong start. I don’t know that the disease, the infection, the defect, or whatever the hell you want to call it–I don’t know that it ever goes away, because it’s there. I feel it at times, a craving will come over me, a blip on my mind’s radar of what once was, and could easily be again. But I know, from experience, there isn’t a way to maintain what was, that I’ll pick up where I left off, and it’s possible that I won’t return. I wish, very much at times, that I could just make it go away, that I could take back all of the things that have gone on as a result of my substance abuse, but I can’t take it back. On one hand, I try to look at it as a blessing and not a scarlet letter, but it’s hard not to look down on it. I feel a deep regret about my life at times, and at others, I’m happy to have ridden the roller coaster and gotten the hell off. But at what price, I sometimes wonder. When does this eventually wear off? Is there anything to help make it better? I don’t have an answer for that, friends, but I can tell you what has worked for me.

  • Keeping busy
  • Exercise and better diet
  • Trying for meaningful friendships / relationships
  • Constantly forgiving myself and others
  • Being there for someone in their time of need
  • Writing
  • Education

I doubt there will ever be a clear and concise method for much of anything, but anything positive is better than anything negative. I’m not trying to sell it to you like a Charles Ponzi scheme, just trying to let you know where I’m coming from. Because, all the bullshit aside, I am better as a substance-free person than I am as a polluted one.

I recently just exited a relationship, and I’m convinced that I did more for this person than I’ve done for anyone in my life before. I truly love this person and care deeply for her, but it wasn’t right, not yet. Things were rushed, things went bad, things just are what they are. But I was able to feel on different levels than what I had felt before, and I’m grateful for that person having come along to help me to feel again. I’m moving in the right direction–by the grace of God, and by the grace of good people. In May of 2012, I weighed 253 pounds. As of May 2013, I weigh 195 pounds. In May of 2012 I was a size 44″ waist, and as of today, May 8th, 2013, I am a size 34″ waist. I was able to go to school this semester, work two jobs, and help take care of a sick girlfriend, endure a break-up and keep going. I got two As and two Bs this semester, and a raise. But while in the storm, I didn’t know what I was capable of, and I won’t lie, it was hard and it was stressful. But, looking back on it now, I know that I can do it, and I’m better for it. Two years ago I would’ve been buried in a bottle like there was a genie at the bottom, but that was the old me, not the new me. Change happens–acknowledge that, leave out the “it takes time” bullshit (not bullshit) part of it. Change happens.

Don’t wait to live your life because if you do not live life, then life will live you. I want better for you, all of you. Living your life does not need to be a reckless endeavor. There are other ways than the hard way to learn. Understand that so long as you are a human being on this planet then you are not alone and not independent. We need each other, and if you need help, then reach out. Do not fall victim to the hype that you’re alone. You are never alone. There are good people who can and will help you. It starts with you though, and it’s a process, not a switch. If you or anyone you know is suffering from substance abuse, please help to lend a hand. They are not lost causes. I was once a lost cause, but look at me now. I keep writing books. I keep trying to help others, I’ll have four degrees by the end of summer, with my eyes set on more. There is always hope. The life you help save today, could be the one that saves yours or a loved one’s tomorrow. No one is worth saving if even one person is worth dying. We all have issues. We all are damaged, but we all are people, and I believe we are here to learn how to love. Love is. Be love and you will be have love.

When life happens, we happen. We push back. We do not give up. We will not roll over and die. We are strong. We are united. We are love. We are loved.

Much Love,

Volatalistic Phil

March Madness Update! >.<

Hey what’s up everyone? I know it’s been a while since my last update, but it seems that finding the time has been difficult–or maybe I’ve just been lazy. My apologies.

The Scoop: I’m still just as busy as ever with school and work, but I also picked up a 2nd job because with the hours and pay of my other job, it’s hard to get by. But, what are you gonna do? We get by.

gardenWith spring break here, again, I think I may actually get caught up with some of my homework, do some more writing, but also, work on my organic garden! Yeah, I’m going to do a garden this year, and with any luck, I can sell some of the excess to make a little money. I’m also planning to do some donations from my garden, but I’d like to arrange it with some type of a read or something that will draw people out, but they can also get some grub if they need or want to. We’ll see how that goes. None-the-less, I’m very excited about it.

Writing Update: I’m still working with the prose side of my brain, but I’m not ready to release: Village 50, The Transient,  Flash Fiction 40+1 (Volume 2), or the tentative,  My Mind’s Abyss: Aftermath, yet.  I’m still working on all of them.  I’m so blessed to have readers, and if you liked the previous crap I’ve released, I’m hoping that you’ll really enjoy the new stuff that isn’t released yet.  Jet Lag (poetry collection, 125+ new poems, 300+ pages) is finished, but I have it submitted to publishers and am waiting to hear back.  I think that it has a lot of good stuff in it, but even now I’m beginning to doubt it, as I’ve been working on White Wedding Lies (poetry, 150+ new poems), which, is nearing completion, and will weigh about 320 pages–both books done in the 6 x 9 Bukowski style. I’m so excited to be able to share them with you, but I can’t, not yet, as a lot of publishers will reject previously published work, (including online publication).



Life: I think what I’ve said so far pretty much sums up what’s been going on. I was trying my luck at the casino and have been cleaning up a little as of late, (although still not much but when you’re a poor student trying to make it as a writer, it helps). And it’s just so…ah; I don’t know how to explain it; the thrill, adrenaline, it’s just…living.

I made a new friend–Raegan Butcher (google him if you haven’t heard of him). I’m fortunate to be able to befriend such a great person and writer in my lifetime. Raegan will be releasing some new stuff in the nearby future so be sure to stay tuned if you want to be a part of it. You can view a FREE pdf of his first publication, Stone Hotel (poetry) at: And if you’d like to follow him on twitter: @RaeganButcher, or Goodreads:

Stay warm. Stay in love.

Much Love <3,

Volatalistic Phil