C. D. Guzman

Joined May 2024

51 stories

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After a long 18 years I am finally a free man.

Welcome to my therapy, my thoughts, my struggles, my life.

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Dear Friends and Community
Dear Friends and Community, My name is Carlos, and it’s time for me to be completely open and honest with myself and everyone else. I recently finished helping the pastor of my church put up a fence around his house. Since I’ve been out of prison, he is one of the very few people who have not only seen me and treated me as a human but have also given me a second chance. Thankfully, he paid me for the work I did on his fence.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Writers
Tomorrow's World
When I get out, I often wonder how. The world outside has changed by now. In this cell, time stands still, while beyond these walls, life's a thrill.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Grandma's Food
I deeply miss tacos, pizza's delight, but grandma's cooking haunts my nights. In this cell with tasteless fare, I long for meals with loving care.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Second Chance
Where is my second chance to start anew? Why must I languish, forgotten, out of view? In this cell where dreams decay. I watch my life just slip away.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Missing my Dog
Tonight it hits me, a weight so deep, in this cold cell where shadows creep. I’ll never see my loyal friend again, my dog, my Demon, through thick and thin.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Dreaming of What If
In this cold cell, I sit and dream, of paths un-walked, of childhood's gleam. What if I'd stayed where grandpa's voice, was the guiding star of a young boy's choice?
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Wind Therapy
I could use some wind therapy right now. Just me on my motorcycle, freedom my vow. The endless open road stretching far and wide, a path to anywhere, with no need to hide.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Darkness in Me
Today I had to do something I never thought I could. An act so dark, so twisted, not even the Devil would. In this world of shadows, this prison of despair, I crossed a line, became the nightmare I couldn’t bear.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Dreaming of Freedom
I crave the day I can walk outside, feel the fresh breeze, where dreams reside. To sit on my porch, and watch the dawn. Over my own land, where the night is gone.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Fighting Night & Day
This is only my second week, yet I've been in seven fights. My hands hurt, my ribs ache, but I still stand, ready for more nights. Each day’s a battle, each night a test, but I'm still the one walking away, proving I'm the best.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
Stories Intertwined
I share this cell with an old white man, whose weary eyes reflect a broken plan. He sits in silence, doing time, for defending his kin from a monstrous crime.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets
The Cycle
I scare myself by the man I am becoming. A shadowed reflection, dark and numbing. Mostly scared that once I am free, I won’t find the path to who I want to be.
By C. D. Guzman2 years ago in Poets