Phil Volatile's Blog, page 2
May 22, 2014
Three years sober & update
I'm three years clean and sober and I've also got an update so check out my blog!
Okay…so I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted a blog. I know, shame on me right? Oi. Friends, life doesn’t stop. Everything keeps moving and lately I’m feeling so low. I’m feeling so small and shit going on lately, a relationship ending, bullshit with cops…I just it’s been a journey these past few months.
On the 11th of May, like every Mother’s Day, I was sober again. This time friends, it’s been three years. Does it feel different? Yeah, I guess. I still miss my vices at times, but I know that it’s nonsense and is a way to die and not live. I just choose not to be that person anymore. It gets lonely, like now, I feel so alone and lonely. I have friends and what not, but sometimes I think about the substances and how they were comforting, but I know I’m just telling myself lies. It’s like when you get out of a toxic relationship (which I’ve recently just done) you make up excuses for the relationship and you glamorize it and you highlight all the good parts. The bottom line: —————->>> Clean & sober is the only way to be.
Enough of the sad sh!t, right?
I just bought a new motorcycle...
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The rest of the blog entry (with pictures!) can be read here:
http://wp.me/p233cV-cT
White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
Okay…so I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted a blog. I know, shame on me right? Oi. Friends, life doesn’t stop. Everything keeps moving and lately I’m feeling so low. I’m feeling so small and shit going on lately, a relationship ending, bullshit with cops…I just it’s been a journey these past few months.
On the 11th of May, like every Mother’s Day, I was sober again. This time friends, it’s been three years. Does it feel different? Yeah, I guess. I still miss my vices at times, but I know that it’s nonsense and is a way to die and not live. I just choose not to be that person anymore. It gets lonely, like now, I feel so alone and lonely. I have friends and what not, but sometimes I think about the substances and how they were comforting, but I know I’m just telling myself lies. It’s like when you get out of a toxic relationship (which I’ve recently just done) you make up excuses for the relationship and you glamorize it and you highlight all the good parts. The bottom line: —————->>> Clean & sober is the only way to be.
Enough of the sad sh!t, right?
I just bought a new motorcycle...
***********************************
The rest of the blog entry (with pictures!) can be read here:
http://wp.me/p233cV-cT
White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
May 16, 2014
My Mind's Abyss free!
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1...
My Mind's Abyss is free on Amazon #Kindle until May 19, 2014. Get a copy and let me know what you think. Thanks!
Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00EY363QO
My Mind's Abyss is free on Amazon #Kindle until May 19, 2014. Get a copy and let me know what you think. Thanks!
Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00EY363QO
January 8, 2014
Broken Glass
Broken Glass
The crashing sound
of glass reminds
us how easily things
break, when
they
fall
down
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The crashing sound
of glass reminds
us how easily things
break, when
they
fall
down
blog: http://wp.me/p233cV-cR
January 1, 2014
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
Blog: http://wp.me/p233cV-cP
© Volatalistic Phil 2013, Crushed Black Velvet
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
Blog: http://wp.me/p233cV-cP
© Volatalistic Phil 2013, Crushed Black Velvet
November 22, 2013
My Mind's Abyss (Suicide Edition) Free on Kindle!
My Mind's Abyss (Suicide Edition) is free on Amazon Kindle from 11/22/13 until 11/26/13.
Get a copy!
Happy Thanksgiving!
My Mind's Abyss (Suicide Edition)
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Minds-Abyss-Sui...
This book is free to ALL KINDLE markets. This includes: #Canada, #UK, #Germany, #Italy, #Japan, #Mexico, #Brazil, France, #India, #Spain and #Australia
Get a copy!
Happy Thanksgiving!
My Mind's Abyss (Suicide Edition)
Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Minds-Abyss-Sui...
This book is free to ALL KINDLE markets. This includes: #Canada, #UK, #Germany, #Italy, #Japan, #Mexico, #Brazil, France, #India, #Spain and #Australia
November 11, 2013
To the book winners
Congratulations winners (you know who you are)! I'll be shipping the books out within a couple of days. Thank you to everyone who entered for a chance to win a paperback copy of My Mind's Abyss (Suicide Edition)
-Phil Volatile
-Phil Volatile
November 3, 2013
Update: My Readers
Hey, I just wanted to let everyone know that I heard an interesting fact the other day: "Volatalistic Phil has the best-looking and smartest readers, hands down."
I figured I'd pass it along. Thanks everyone!
I figured I'd pass it along. Thanks everyone!
October 30, 2013
A Long Line
A Long Line
Like a ravenous
cannibal, I tear
into my food;
a sausage and egg
& cheese sandwich
I take a sip of
my coffee at
Starbucks
I watch the coming
and going of
people traffic—all
in a hurry for their
purchases,
but not me—I’m
patiently waiting
for the world to
end,
and everyone
else can get
in line
for
that too
Like a ravenous
cannibal, I tear
into my food;
a sausage and egg
& cheese sandwich
I take a sip of
my coffee at
Starbucks
I watch the coming
and going of
people traffic—all
in a hurry for their
purchases,
but not me—I’m
patiently waiting
for the world to
end,
and everyone
else can get
in line
for
that too
October 22, 2013
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
dollar
my blog: http://wp.me/s233cV-pawn
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
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
dollar
my blog: http://wp.me/s233cV-pawn
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
Baby, We Tried
Baby, We Tried
Against better ideas and against the empirical odds,
we were scathed and drifted the naked halls
Destined for something, to find an answer,
a soft cry, a reason why, for something to try
We found each other—you and I
As quiet as the soot black gorgeous midnight skies,
and hidden deep behind the safety of the palisades
that were lined with decorative crystal vines—
Like a bloodhound, you sniffed on by,
and lit up a trail of smoke, like an S.O.S. cry
Denying the diva of a new way,
I cut across the darkened freeway
I lit flares to defy the empty skies,
deep into late hours of hazy red eyes
This cowboy went to the saloon,
singing and marching to his own tune,
already drunk and not even noon
Make way for me, make some room
A mind’s infected screams and cries—
Bone rot, organs of blight; I continued,
and drank me and my wallet dry
You continued to reach for the stars,
and you continued your carpet ride
Stole parts of me; lost you in those nights
Our ignorance was never considered
a given, nor a try for admittance,
and we didn’t, we didn’t, we didn’t
Instead, it was through our reluctance
that we discovered our bleeding wounds
We couldn’t be found in consonants,
because we were laying in vowels,
but mostly just ‘u’ and ‘i’
and we both know, love,
we know the reasons ‘y’
But at least we can reflect
on what was, and say we tried
My blog: http://wp.me/233cV
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil, Jet Lag
Against better ideas and against the empirical odds,
we were scathed and drifted the naked halls
Destined for something, to find an answer,
a soft cry, a reason why, for something to try
We found each other—you and I
As quiet as the soot black gorgeous midnight skies,
and hidden deep behind the safety of the palisades
that were lined with decorative crystal vines—
Like a bloodhound, you sniffed on by,
and lit up a trail of smoke, like an S.O.S. cry
Denying the diva of a new way,
I cut across the darkened freeway
I lit flares to defy the empty skies,
deep into late hours of hazy red eyes
This cowboy went to the saloon,
singing and marching to his own tune,
already drunk and not even noon
Make way for me, make some room
A mind’s infected screams and cries—
Bone rot, organs of blight; I continued,
and drank me and my wallet dry
You continued to reach for the stars,
and you continued your carpet ride
Stole parts of me; lost you in those nights
Our ignorance was never considered
a given, nor a try for admittance,
and we didn’t, we didn’t, we didn’t
Instead, it was through our reluctance
that we discovered our bleeding wounds
We couldn’t be found in consonants,
because we were laying in vowels,
but mostly just ‘u’ and ‘i’
and we both know, love,
we know the reasons ‘y’
But at least we can reflect
on what was, and say we tried
My blog: http://wp.me/233cV
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil, Jet Lag
