GQ Exclusive: The Selected Poetry Of Charlie Sheen(Yes, Actual Poetry He Actually Wrote.)
In the course of reporting her fascinating profile of Charlie Sheen for the April issue of GQ, Amy Wallace got her hands on a self-published, rarely seen, hard-to-find collection of poetry written by Sheen in the early ‘90s. The cover (shown above) was illustrated by the man who directed him in The Chase, and the book was distributed to a small handful of Sheen’s close friends. We swear to the Pope and all his assassins that every word of this is real. So, over the course of the next few of days, the GQ Tumblr will be posting various selections from the volume, which is titled A Peace of My Mind [sic, all of it]. Below is the first installment. Keep coming back here for more.

A Thoughtless SoulBy Charlie Sheen As he pulled his head, From the drool stained pillow, His eyes blood red, His oxygen shallow. Feet on carpet, That pain to fight, These are the effects, Of another night. A night of drink, A night of hate, A night as dark, As last nights date. A look to the mirror, No face of youth, Self inflicted carnage, A cracked and hollow tooth. This punishment a vile choice, So worthless, yet so bold. Carving lines of disrespect, This young lad growing old. Yet masking truth and hiding pain, Will surely take it’s toll, Will he unto others, or to himself, Remain a thoughtless soul?
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GQ Exclusive:
The Selected Poetry Of Charlie Sheen
(Yes, Actual Poetry He Actually Wrote.)

In the course of reporting her fascinating profile of Charlie Sheen for the April issue of GQ, Amy Wallace got her hands on a self-published, rarely seen, hard-to-find collection of poetry written by Sheen in the early ‘90s. The cover (shown above) was illustrated by the man who directed him in The Chase, and the book was distributed to a small handful of Sheen’s close friends. We swear to the Pope and all his assassins that every word of this is real. So, over the course of the next few of days, the GQ Tumblr will be posting various selections from the volume, which is titled A Peace of My Mind [sic, all of it]. Below is the first installment. Keep coming back here for more.

A Thoughtless Soul
By Charlie Sheen


As he pulled his head,
From the drool stained pillow,
His eyes blood red,
His oxygen shallow.

Feet on carpet,
That pain to fight,
These are the effects,
Of another night.

A night of drink,
A night of hate,
A night as dark,
As last nights date.

A look to the mirror,
No face of youth,
Self inflicted carnage,
A cracked and hollow tooth.

This punishment a vile choice,
So worthless, yet so bold.
Carving lines of disrespect,
This young lad growing old.

Yet masking truth and hiding pain,
Will surely take it’s toll,
Will he unto others, or to himself,
Remain a thoughtless soul?