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.
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…
Wilt — New Poems
i forgot my name in the mirror— left it somewhere between the sigh and the stare. words don’t come here, only quiet breaks. my hands don’t fit me no more, so…
The Art of Relaxation — New Poems
He cried wolf to everyone and everything. Louder each time. And clear as day, they tiptoed away— not out of fear, but fatigue. They tried confronting the evil with mirrors and guilt, fumbling in a self-sabotaging…
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…
Baseball — New Poems
Life throws its curveballs, strikes, and outs, A game of trials, filled with doubts. But each new inning gives us hope, A chance to swing, to rise, to cope. We stumble, fall, and lose our way, Yet still, the sun will rise…
Sunshine with the Overcast of Rainy Thoughts — New Poems
Sunshine breaks through the overcast, Of rainy thoughts that never seemed to pass. Stepping forward, closer with each stride, To a goal my life was destined to find. Years of striving, now within my reach, A dream unfolding,…
Sensitive, You Say? — New Poems
Oh, I see. You spit on my shoes, and when I notice the stain— I’m the problem. How sensitive of me to not say thank you for the character-building mud. You hurl disrespect like Mardi Gras beads— cheap,…
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…
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.…