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…
Cough Cough — New Poems
The show just got renewed for its last season. I see the way you argue over titles like they matter now— same script, different pain, every climax just a rerun of who breaks first. You talk in circles like it’s gospel, while…
What a Clown — New Poems
Love can boast you straight into unpopularity, can pinch every thought of him while you’re still processing the pain— the real mental torture. It turns you into a comfortable mess, half-healed, half-haunted. Love—…
Lonely Man Hours — New Poems
I started to balance out boundaries, But they waged wars within me, And with others. It made me sink into my own misery, A heart left pondering, unprotected. I mistook the downfalls, the cries, As proof that pain had…
Dancing in the Rain — New Poems
Dancing in the rain. Making sure Adam and Eve are pleased one last time, Conquering their quests, Managing a manhunt for the property of my soul. Raindrops drip like the pink cast of a strawberry moonlit night. The stars…
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…
To Whom — New Poems
If the enemy wants to flash the voodoo, compute the right way. Don’t riddle around the merry-go-round; it’ll only cost you your temptation. If the enemy wants to strike with whispers, let your silence weigh like stone.…
Tipping Through the Tulips — New Poems
I keep forgetting the steps I make, tipping through the tulips, Like I don’t offer something unique— A soul twist in society’s shifting. A messenger, by chance. A messenger, by vein. Carrying my name correctly, I shall…
I Met Someone, Let’s Say Him Is Me — New Poems
And he sings Frank Sinatra It’s funny how life got so serious, The kings of Bloody Mary tried to destroy the same Prophet from the kings that praise his cold shoulders It’s funny how life got so serious But I was the only…
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…