The Mirrors Scream Back — New Poems
Trauma— the most elegant way to call someone selfish without ever moving your lips. Funny, isn’t it? Some play dumb. Some fall apart. Some wear the crown like they earned it— forgetting they started the…
Rain — New Poems
The wind hit my face with the mist of your teardrops, I’m drowning in the fog of your wrath while preparing for a heavy downpour up ahead. Why am I drowning in your self-misery? It’s a question I ask every day.
Meadows of Broken Charge — New Poems
It’s like the act was the best if it was reality Scene days of awed, and heart-filled aura Capturing the eclipse of some romantic tactic.
I Didn’t Die — New Poems
I just stepped off Earth for a while. I sat with the higher ones — talked, laughed, listened — and then they sent me back. I was granted another chance. Now I know the quiet joys of simply waking up. The responsibility…
Forehead — New Poems
Exposed to the wreckage of rise and fall, Burned by the same cycles of discord and broken paradox That haunt every soul — No one ever sees my point of view, Only to return, As if the first time was even a beginning.…
My Current Love Story — New Poems
Wading through the wreckage of loving you, Unbalanced heartstrings hum forgotten tunes, Melodies of sorrow echo in the hollow, Questions pounding against the walls of my mind. Confused scenes replay, Laughter masking the…
The Hollow World — New Poems
I walk this world I hate to touch, A barren stretch, a broken clutch, Where love is bruised and anger’s cursed, A place that’s nothing but its worst. The coven’s whispers claw my skin, A battle fought from deep within.…
How They Proceed After Isn’t Your Problem. Carry On. — New Poems
This toxic environment of hatred fuels self-destruction and overshadows the future. Selfish anger seeps into every interaction, transforming into something almost unholy. A moment’s respite was meant to break the cycle—to seal the door to vengeance and…
Hollow — New Poems
Restored in the melting pot of others’ sorcery, Laughing at the stock they brought to the table, Like the offer held any kind of redemption. Tortured by the burdens of selfless growth, Yet glorified in their missing misery.…
The Man Who Never Died All at Once — New Poems
I’ve lived a hundred lives, none of them simple. I died in corners no one looks — silent deaths, small fractures inside me, one after another, like cracks spreading through glass. But somehow, I kept getting back up —…