Post-it Notes — New Poems
The only foreign policy issued was the agreement of condolence— a once-ratified mogul who carried the pride of spoken words, crafting unity among all who followed. The Duchess didn’t like how his feathers ruffled…
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…
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…
I Smirked a Few Times, Then I Just Played Jenga by Myself — New Poems
No rage, no roar— just a calm, chilling nod, as he painted the walls in gold. Mocking the links, talks, and winks, everything with a goal. Piece by piece, trying to knock him down. In solitude, they found…
Prominent by Trade — New Poems
Carrying grace in its fullest force. Never powerless— Just a profound piece of enigma, Higher than the gods you praise. Tortured by what only jealousy can soothe. Prominent by trade, Never powerless by design.
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…
I See You, But I Stand — New Poems
I feel your breath behind my back, A shadow trailing every track. You think you’ve carved me out in chalk— But I’m stone, and I still walk. You mark my doors, you watch me sleep, You sow the fear you plan to reap. But…
Less Is More, Right? — New Poems
You’ll always be talked about, Reality made you the hottest topic, Feels like a one-hit wonder. It is what it is. People who talk shit don’t matter anyway, Like a shadow smoking a cigarette on a billboard at midnight—…
The Remote — New Poems
Imagine the full weight of my effort— poured into people, places, and things, only to be met by the cold calculations of those who watch with an evil eye, measuring my struggle like a formula to be undone. Exposed. Not…
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.