Bio
Adam’s story is an alternative one – not the college degree, and work. He came down with paranoid schizophrenia two weeks after the car/train accident he was in, about a month before he began college, and dropped out after a year. He was homeless for two years, technically several, but actually lived penniless on the streets for two, sixteen-to-fifteen years ago. His thinking is sane, though, and he thinks that makes for a brilliant thing, reflected by his poetry. He has the “hero complex” as well.
The only poem he has ever submitted was published in the June 2011 issue of PeripheralSurveys.com. Its title is, “Sylvia.” He wrote two philosophy books, which haven’t yet been published.
Currently, he dabbles at several different fields: art, stand-up comedy, modeling, acting, while continuing to build on his bulk of poems and philosophy writing.
Trigger Warning
To my left,
Is the Sun;
To my right–
The black hole.
To my left,
Is the Sun;
To my right,
Is the noose.
We have either,
Of two ways:
Good and bad;
Right and wrong.
Do right,
To stay out of bad;
Be good,
To keep from being wrong.
It’s so readily clear,
How to survive;
The mindset is to,
“Be your best,
“And,
“Thrive.”
To my left,
Is the Sun;
To my right,
There are none:
The black hole.