I’m Always Crying Over Something

I wanted to make a really cynical post about people doubling back on their word, but I starting missing my father too much. Also, it’s kind of difficult to write when you’re crying.

Sometimes, friends, life just sucks, but I guess we all have to get through it somehow.

At any rate, be well, everyone.



When I was younger and less occupied, I used to coach and do Tae Kwon Do, the Korean Martial Art. It was a passion of mine (my nickname was Y Ddraig Goch: The Red Dragon, a source of great pride in Wales). These two smaller Senior Red Belts around 10 and 12 years old were arguing who would win in a sparring match.

One boasted, “I’d win cause I’m older and stronger.” Instantly, I felt a life lesson coming on. I walked over, handed them pads, and made them spar. Both I and one of my friends kept score: 10 points to the 10 year old and 4 to the 12 year old.

The 12 year old was beside himself with frustration and shouted that we had kept score wrong. I took him aside and said, “Strength is not just about being older. None of us have any doubt that you can do more push-ups than him, but strength is a collaborative thing. It takes a certain mentality, a strength of heart, courage, and, of course, physical prowess as well as skill.” (Now of course it wasn’t this profound. I’m elevating the language because you’re all educated folk)

In order to truly to be strong, train not just your body but your mind and heart as well.

Be well, friends.

An Inspirational Message from an Uninspired Man,
Davis Gwynn


There’s a song by Hi-Rez the rapper (this is the only rap song I listen to because I like the lyrics), and he says in the chorus, “if only there was a place, if you could just see my face; y’all would see I’m smiling.” I thought about this line for a long time because, to me, it makes me remember the days of having to put on a smile and a facade so people wouldn’t ask me about how I felt.

When they saw my face, I was smiling. Do I regret not opening up and revealing how I felt? Immensely. I had a mental breakdown around Sophomore year thanks to all the things I had bottled up and shove down. My advice to you is pick someone you’ve known for a long time, someone who knows you. Someone you trust. If you can do that, reveal your feelings.

Contrary to what I thought, it doesn’t make you strong to bottle your emotions up. Ultimately, all of that will tear you down. So, what am I saying? I’m saying don’t let that smile be fake.

Word up,
Davis Gwynn


Well we’ve come a long way since we started haven’t we? I’ve done so many of these that my speeches are starting to sound the same! In all honesty, I’m glad for that. So I think it’s time I share with all of you my goal; I aim to be hailed as the King of Words, a man saluted by all as a true master of the English language.

Although it might be ambitious, it is my ultimate goal. So, all of you, stand by me as we rise to the throne. It’s going to be a hard ride, but it’ll be worth it.

We Wonder

We wonder why war is waged and hate is spread.

We wonder why those we love stab us in the back.

We wonder why those we love ignore us.

We wonder why we write about it.

Do they enjoy our pain? Do they sympathize with us? Do they pity us?

We wonder which is worse.

We wonder why all can’t be like us and accept that no one is the same.

We wonder who we can trust.

We wonder why we show our hearts to others.

Yet, they wonder why we build these walls.


I’ve found you.

The one person to make me feel alive again and it is a wonderful feeling.

I never though it could be possible for someone to quench the everlasting anger and hatred within my heart but here you stand before me.

Victory may have abandoned me but in its place I now have something far greater: Wisdom.

I will always be by your side.

Even if I have I Journey through hell the likes of a Journey Dante has not seen, I shall do it.

If I have to kill the devil and forsake Eden for you I’ll do it.

If I have to stop on my journey and let the sun set just to see you, I’ll do it.

Because even a thousand suns could not warm my heart the way you do.

No words are great enough.

Now you see what you’ve done; you’ve stopped a writer’s words.

Yet you’ve ignited his heart.

Cut Hands

Blood drips onto the page.

My hands are shredded from too much use.

You made me hold your thorny heart, and my hands bleed from writing about it.

I tried to hold it as long as possible, but, in the end, I couldn’t do it.

So now I wait for these wounds to heal, but they’ll leave scars.

I cannot write like this with cut hands and hardened heart.

You said you couldn’t hold my love, yet it was I who couldn’t hold your pain.

It clouded your eyes.

It clouded my judgement.

I tried to mold you into the one thing you were, yet you were blind to it.

You were blind to me.