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Congratulations to the winners!
Congratulations to the winners of signed paperback copies of My Mind's Abyss: Suicide Edition !
This time around we had: four winners from the USA, one in Sweden, one in France, one in Spain, one in Germany, one in Australia, and one in Canada.
945 people entered to win, meaning that each person had slightly better than a 1% chance of winning so congratulations again to the winners! The books go out today.
If you didn't win, don't despair! You can always pick up a paperback copy or e-book copy ($1.98) on Amazon.com -or- you can stay tuned for the next giveaway I'll be doing.
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If you have a book blog where you review books and you'd like to have a free copy of my book to review, then I'd be honored to send you a copy. Message me with details and I'll get back to you.
<3
-Phil Volatile
This time around we had: four winners from the USA, one in Sweden, one in France, one in Spain, one in Germany, one in Australia, and one in Canada.
945 people entered to win, meaning that each person had slightly better than a 1% chance of winning so congratulations again to the winners! The books go out today.
If you didn't win, don't despair! You can always pick up a paperback copy or e-book copy ($1.98) on Amazon.com -or- you can stay tuned for the next giveaway I'll be doing.
---------------------
If you have a book blog where you review books and you'd like to have a free copy of my book to review, then I'd be honored to send you a copy. Message me with details and I'll get back to you.
<3
-Phil Volatile
A Special Thanks to You!
This is a very special thank you to everyone who has and continues to reach out and contact me about my book(s), and have been courageous enough to even share with me bits about their lives and their struggles and their victories in life over substance abuse and addiction.
I really didn't know what to expect when putting this book back out there, but your comments and kind words have been a victory and an affirmation for me. It's been a humbling experience, and at times even a little overwhelming, but I'm thankful for all of it.
I just wanted you to know that every one of you is special--every one of you is hall of fame in my book. I'm so proud of everyone and I hope that I'll never let you down.
Thank you so much <3,
-Phil
I really didn't know what to expect when putting this book back out there, but your comments and kind words have been a victory and an affirmation for me. It's been a humbling experience, and at times even a little overwhelming, but I'm thankful for all of it.
I just wanted you to know that every one of you is special--every one of you is hall of fame in my book. I'm so proud of everyone and I hope that I'll never let you down.
Thank you so much <3,
-Phil
Some updates & some poems
Hello everyone, it’s been eons since I’ve written anything here. You all have Crystal of “Dreams Dissolve” to thank–she keeps writing stuff on her blog and it has somehow made me feel inadequate and now I’m posting something.
Quick updates and some poems for you beautiful people.
****UPDATES****
–I’ve been working two jobs now for a year and I don’t know how else not to hustle, but on the brighter side of things, I’m picking up another gig, so I’m thinking about growing a business, in seeing how I have a couple of contracts now. I also went to an interview for a new job where I’ll be in a position to help people, and I’m fairly certain I have the job. I did my pee test and other stuff required and I think everything has gone well. It is a little unsettling because I’ve been used to getting shit on for so long that now that things are going my way, I don’t know what to expect or how to react–but I’m still hopeful.
–My Mind’s Abyss is...
For the rest of this entry, please see my blog: http://wp.me/p233cV-bn
Quick updates and some poems for you beautiful people.
****UPDATES****
–I’ve been working two jobs now for a year and I don’t know how else not to hustle, but on the brighter side of things, I’m picking up another gig, so I’m thinking about growing a business, in seeing how I have a couple of contracts now. I also went to an interview for a new job where I’ll be in a position to help people, and I’m fairly certain I have the job. I did my pee test and other stuff required and I think everything has gone well. It is a little unsettling because I’ve been used to getting shit on for so long that now that things are going my way, I don’t know what to expect or how to react–but I’m still hopeful.
–My Mind’s Abyss is...
For the rest of this entry, please see my blog: http://wp.me/p233cV-bn
Burned to Death
(From the 3rd book in my unpublished poetry series)
Burned to Death
The fan cowl for
my Nissan broke &
my car would overheat
without it—so an electric
fan was a cheaper
temporary fix,
but I didn’t know
much about cars
and wiring
I ran the wires
direct to a toggle
switch and to the battery,
with the wires
going behind my
dashboard
My passenger
window was broken &
wouldn’t go down,
and the door wouldn’t
open from the inside
On lunch break at
work, I went to the
Burger King drive-thru;
I was waiting in the line
when all of the sudden
I saw smoke coming
from behind my dash
to read the rest of the poem please visit my blog: http://wp.me/p233cV-bT
Burned to Death
The fan cowl for
my Nissan broke &
my car would overheat
without it—so an electric
fan was a cheaper
temporary fix,
but I didn’t know
much about cars
and wiring
I ran the wires
direct to a toggle
switch and to the battery,
with the wires
going behind my
dashboard
My passenger
window was broken &
wouldn’t go down,
and the door wouldn’t
open from the inside
On lunch break at
work, I went to the
Burger King drive-thru;
I was waiting in the line
when all of the sudden
I saw smoke coming
from behind my dash
to read the rest of the poem please visit my blog: http://wp.me/p233cV-bT
The Drug of You
The Drug of You
If poetry had a taste,
it’d taste like you;
sweet and sour,
but still sticky like glue
And if you were a pill for popping,
you’d be blue;
because you bring me up,
and let me down used, not abused
I’d get a prescription for
60 MG of I don’t hate you,
and stay limp,
staring like a statue
But you can’t be any of those;
yours is from a needle not meant for tattoos,
and mine is sold in bars
from 11 am ‘til 2
And on street corners,
bought with I.O.U.’s;
writing poems;
being dealt a deuce;
you, me, and drug abuse
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
http://wp.me/p233cV-co
If poetry had a taste,
it’d taste like you;
sweet and sour,
but still sticky like glue
And if you were a pill for popping,
you’d be blue;
because you bring me up,
and let me down used, not abused
I’d get a prescription for
60 MG of I don’t hate you,
and stay limp,
staring like a statue
But you can’t be any of those;
yours is from a needle not meant for tattoos,
and mine is sold in bars
from 11 am ‘til 2
And on street corners,
bought with I.O.U.’s;
writing poems;
being dealt a deuce;
you, me, and drug abuse
© 2012 Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story
http://wp.me/p233cV-co
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
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
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
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!
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
