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Like sucks some days

The funk has rendered me depressed. Honestly i don’t really feel like writing, eating, watching T.V., showering. Just Sleeping. But i know better…There is a hill about 600 yards out from here, i keep hoping some sniper would put me down. I know Fat chance. Just how i am feeling don’t worry. Just Missing contact ya know. That and trying not to let some of those staff get under my Skin. Inmate thats a given, but when the staff especialy the ones with authority make a point of screwing with me it gets irritating…But i keep my peace. I really want not to be like i used to be. Even when they treat me like Shit i still say please and thank you, Yes sirs/maems/No Sirs/Maems. Ask politely and don’t let them Goad me into anything. One put the cuffs on so tight the other day the pain in my wrist damn near caused me to pass out. But i just caught my balance went to the shower and Never said a word. Like sucks some days.

-Brent Brents 7-18-10 430/p.m.

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Keepin my peace

I’m glad i got that sleep today. Cause it don’t look like i am going to get my for awhile. Not my fault. These two motor mouth little Lets get justice female c/os made sure of that today. Ya know i get hating me but don’t be a two faced cunt. All nice to my face then turn around and stab me by telling your little buddy in here who i am and how you feel i should die. Nothing like a bitch cop playing on the sympathies of an inmate who wants to fuck you. At least the other guards have balls enough to front me face to face. That i can respect and handle without feeling hate or bitterness. But then thats what i have to learn to deal w/ without letting the rage take over. I’m ok though. Keepin my peace.

-Brent Brents 7-16-10 10/ p.m.

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All i feel is boiling hatred

I realy try not to act on how i feel But fuck there just no way to ignore the ignorance. There used to be rules (Inmate Rules) that kept everything in check and Now days its a fuckin free for all on stupidity. My very first day in prison years ago I flushed my toilet after 10:30 p.m. I had been told by the older cons Not (one of the common curtesy rules.) The Next Morning a little 5′ 2″ neighbor of mine knocked on my door and when i slid it open BLAM! Hits me right in the mouth. Please don’t flush your toilet After 10:30 p.m. he asks then leaves. I could have taken him apart but i got the message No yelling after 10, No toilet flushing or sink running No Banging or talkin to your neighbor Keep your T.V. volume and radio volume in your own cell etc. You could have heard a mouse piss in the cellhouses after 10:30. Even the cops tried to be super quiet because they weren’t exempt from the rules. All pods here are loud like this it’s just plain insanity…Man i need help because All i feel is boiling hatred. I guess thats how people feel about me to. So much for being a good steward of faith today. Sorry Amy this place eats at my soul. And its difficult to see any good through the fog of hatred.

-Brent Brents 7-12-10 230/ p.m.

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Am I helping or hurting?

I am feeling sad for the state of our country, probably because i am surrounded by its ugliest right now. Am i wrong? Are they programed to Drugs, gangs and violence and sexual exploitation because thats what they saw growing up. Was i programed to be encapable of love and compasion because of my upbringing? I know i certainly knew right from wrong. But what happens mentaly to shut that off. If you know selling this mother of 3 the meth or crack is going to get her or her kids raped or killed then how come you still do it. If i know raping this woman is wrong why do it. Why spray bullets in a house full of women and children..How do we stop us from getting there in the first place.

I look back and think man how absolutely powerless i really felt in life. Literaly small and insignificant. It’s taken a long time to realize its ok to feel the helplessness, and vulnerability. It sucks yes. But it can be dealt with. I wonder had i learned this as a child would i have developed in a different manner? Rape is sadly to easy for me up an upclose and personal crime. Its slavery at its worst i think. One forever owns his victims. An absent master of sorts. After the rape i go away, on to my life non the worse for wear but the victims forever remember me, And suffer my terror upon them, a slave to the damage i did. I have to own that a a responsibility Now. I own those scars upon their spirits. Only they can heal them but i must somehow try to prevent more men and boys from doing these things. I think about how constantly. It will probably become my insanity. How can i make a difference. What can i do now. Are there more Janes? Am i helping or hurting?

-Brent Brents 6-25-10 945 /p.m.

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I feel like the leper

Ya know i have said maybe 10 words in Four days to anyone. Probably less because most were yes, no please and Thank you. Not that i want to make friends in here. But when you hear people conversing all around you. Laughing and enjoying themselves, and No one will speak to you. It’s so lonely. Locked away with only my own thoughts for company. Now aint that grand. I wonder if anyone has ever died of loneliness. It’s to bad i am not a complete narcisist then i could be happy with just myself. But i am Not. Just to hear someone say something nice or kind to me would make my day. Sure once a while they say your welcome or a thank you. But Seldom. I feel like the Leper. At some point i am going to have to learn to forgive myself but thats along way off, i think. So not only am i isolated, understandably paranoid, Lonely, hated and a bit mentaly unstable, i loath myself deeply. So hey it’s a grand life. Am i having a pity party? NO. Just really down and alone. No one should feel this way, it sucks! Plus i am pretty Scared about having to adjust to population again. Prison can be a raw ugly beast with rules only an animal could live by and i don’t want to be an animal any more.


–Brent Brents

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Alot on the brain

From Brents:

As for me, well Alot on the brain. I have Jane’s letter here. I have been thinking about how i have changed in five years. I think i am a better person in alot of respects. But Still struggle daily with sexual violence as a tool of torture. Especialy in this type of situation where i am Constantly stressed. I don’t like the rage or how it makes me feel, Not like before. Before i nurtured the rage, hatred and bitterness. Now i feel guilty and saddened when it comes on. I don’t urge sexualy as i once did, its more a violence begets the rush type thinking but when it gets bad it’s a sexual violence that races in my mind. But i have a different mind set now.

I don’t have to have the release or the extreme need for the adrenaline high. And i am softer as a person mentaly and emotionaly. I don’t feel the need to be so rigid and powerful. I am able to accept that things are just the way they are. Plus i realy see people now Amy. Before they were objects to be judged and categorized according to my needs. Now i do try to see them without objectives. Just as people. But i will be very sincerely honest. I still can’t deal well with people….I just don’t have the mental capacity to expand in that way. I like the website. I can be 100% real without hurting someone accidentaly. I can be genuine and be alone with my tears of grief and guilt and sorry and bitter self hatred.

Brent Brents, 6-17-10 11:05 A.M.

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It was good for me

I spoke to our in-house psych. She’s so cool. I showed her Jane’s letter. She loved it. Loves the idea of the website. Thinks it is healthy for me and you and all of those who use it. She and i had a good discussion.  And it was good for me.

–Brent Brents, 5-11-10 900/ p.m.

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The routine

On my calendar for the day you ask? Well lets see. Shower, Laundry, Sleep, more writing you, TV, book, Listen to Radio, stare out window. At some point a Lunch and dinner break. Maybe a puzzle or two (crossword) You know the usual. And oh yes The most important thing beat myself up for being such an ass for all those years. You know it sucks when  you can’t walk away from the assholes in your life, especialy when the asshole you hate most is yourself. And on that note of bitter reality Have a good day Amy. Smile.

–Brent Brents, 5-11-10 6:58 A.M.

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A letter to Jane

Brent Brents wrote this letter as a response to Jane. Amy gave the original handwritten letter to Jane. According to Amy, “Jane read it and got choked up a little, too, and she said, ‘If I had hoped for how his reply would be, this was it.'”

Dear Jane,

I respect and admire your courage. Amy and i have shared the goal of giving victims of Rape, sexual abuse and any other abuses suffered a safe place to have a voice of their own. A safe secure place. I am thankful you found the site and chose to use it for what it is meant for.

I would like to address what the Dr. told you “If you do what you have always done, you’ll get what you always get.” That is the bitter truth of my life. I kept my own mind a prisoner, in my own never ending cycle of mindless hate and anger at those who used me. Never being able to let go of that which tortured me.

Jane i was a victim. But i became a monster of sorts, because it was an easier, safer way to live. Sad but true. It was easier to lash out and harm others, than it was to be truthful and honest with myself. I did not know how to handle the guilt and shame.

You spoke of emptiness. With each person i ever hurt, there was the idea that i could fell that emptiness, that barren place in my soul. But all i accomplished was creating an empty barren place in another human being.

I could have tried harder when the opportunities to change presented themselves in my life. They were there, and there were good people who attempted to help me do so. But i chose to have power and control through brutality. And having known personaly how being raped and abused affected me, i chose rape as my weapon.

Jane in these last five years I have been able to let go of that need for power and control over others. I am vulnerable as hell emotionaly and physicaly. It sucks not to have control over my life. Yes people are angry with me for speaking out. For my being a rapist. I live in a world were 95 % of the people would kill me if they could. I stopped feeling sorry for myself, and i accept the life i live physicaly and emotionaly, is the least of the justice my victims deserve. They deserve more.

There is not one single day that goes by that i don’t feel guilt and shame for what i have done. To the many people who did not deserve my rage, hatred or brutality. There are constant reminders of the animal that i was. No one can punish me more than i punish myself.

So this is a quote from your letter. “I think i am cursed with empathy, because i cannot bring myself to be angry enough at my attacker, in order to grasp closure. Anger can sew up wounds, but it can also keep ripping them open.”

I sincerely wish i knew what to say to that. I found only recently that i wasn’t so angry at my parents for their abuse, as i was at their denials. I felt so low and worthless. I could not then, nor can i now understand how either could say they loved me and yet Deny everything that ever happened. I never wanted an apology from them. All i really wanted was to be validated and loved. Yet they were incapable of saying privately to me, What we did was wrong. Still to this day my mom denies it. I’m not angry at her anymore. I will always have a lingering sense of sadness i suppose. For the loss of what could have been.

Jane empathy is not a curse. I have learned these last few years that good people are people who have empathy. You are good people. I have seen how people with empathy can change lives.

I see someone, a human being such as yourself, And how rape has affected you. I feel shame and self hatred. And Sad because there have been millions of victims of rape and abuse who don’t choose to act out and hurt others as i have. But what is worse is there are millions who do and probably as many who are never caught. A Sad reality.

For your sake i hope that someday you can find what it is that helps you find closure. I am sincerely sorry that your life was deprived of safety and sanity by someone like myself. If there is any way i can help in your healing process i will do so sincerely through Amy. Above all i hope that you continue to use the site to help yourself and others.

Your courage is awesome, i hope it inspires others to use the site. And yes there needs to be discussion. Not only for those who have suffered. But for those who are and who will suffer. It is my hope that the site will not only be a safe place for healing, But a place for those who are being abused to be able to use the help offered there.

And Jane, may you find peace and freedom.

Brent Brents

5-4-10

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Not much to hope for

Today’s been pretty quiet. My neighbor is still being a child. It is to bad i have to put up with him but i can. He’s not as smart as he thinks he is. Even as out of shape as i am my skill set is nothing he could ever compete with. It’s that old wolf vs. coyote thing.

I was thinking about my future today. It’s pretty bleak. But now that we have at least accomplished this much i am happy. For me its probably not going to end well but i think that doing the right thing for the future kids is worth it. I don’t see myself as a martyr, nor do I think this will make up for my lifes cruel works. It’s not some odd attempt to gain favor in anyone’s eyes or to make myself look good. I just hope that we can make a difference Amy. It’s not to much to hope for.

–Brent Brents, 4-10-10 900/p.m.

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