This is the blog of Keven James Bramwell, an inmate in a maximum security Texas prison. These are his real-life stories of life in prison, and how he got there. Behind brick walls, steel doors, and iron gates, he shares the pages of his journals with the world. (Some material is adult in nature – reader discretion advised.) Cannot be reproduced without permission. COPYRIGHT 2011

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There Is No I In Keven

There are some things that should be said

now, after ten years I’ll say them

you weren’t around when it was happening

when I fell apart, but I climbed back up again

Remember my name written in your diary

You spelled it wrong, there is no I, two E’s

It feels good, to care less about the consequence

Shit, even behind bars you can’t silence me

I walked for miles with ice pick pain

The sound of your voice, glass in my veins

Haunting the hours even when I dream

It’s crazy how your misery brought out the be(a)st in me

Now isn’t it amazing, all that’s become

I’ve changed in ways I know you’ll never learn

I lost it all, but somehow kept my own

that flame in my heart still forever burns

There’s a true freedom that few will find

A hidden place in each of us where it resides

Don’t wait for it to find you, leap into the tides

Let go of the darkness and embrace the light.

–Keven James, July 2015

“Let your mistakes be a comma, not a period” –Anonymous


Sometimes I feel like my journey has ended… Then there are times where I feel it has just begin.

–Keven James Bramwell

When Stars Collide

All New Artwork by Keven James Bramwell — April 2015
This new collection of abstract/pop-art is called When Stars Collide


“The Flame”



“Charlie Brandon”




“P.S .. Butterfly”


“Lady M”







“Just Begun”




“Midnight Hour”





Into The Depths

On the edge of extinction
In the depths of despair
Where do you turn to
When there’s nobody there

Your days & nights spent alone
On legs that can’t hold
The weight of the world
That bares on your soul

–Keven James, April 2015



where do you come from

in the wilderness of

life’s tethered dreams

why do you search for

those distant things

lost deep at sea

how do you take flight

when it was carved in stone

to clip your wings

and what are the reasons

you fight for those things

your heart foresees

your crown unfaltered

you rise again

though scathed and bruised

even planted in exile

your soul enchanted

somehow you bloom

–Keven James, March 12th 2015


In My Prayers, Nanny Marie

My Precious Nanny Marie —

I know you’re suffering right now and my heart aches for your comfort. You are in my prayers and my thoughts endlessly. All we can do is put everything in God’s hands. Nothing in this world, or any other world, could ever separate us. I love you my dove, my little darlin’.




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