The Walk Away (2025) — New Poems
Ever hear yourself walk away from your body? The first sign of pitching a pity party— a silent gathering of one. You howl to your own pack, seeking the emotional damages they left behind, scars that overwhelm, twisting…
Take Him Home — New Poems
The scene is bumpy with beautiful tints of green reflecting off rays of o’happy sunlight. The aroma of fresh greenery fills the air, enhancing the vibrant, lively atmosphere. …just take me home, Please.
Tomorrow Is a New Day, Vin — New Poems
Driving through the horizon, I glimpse happiness, but the flight toward it— that’s where the misfortune lies. Chaos, I’d rather dance with, than tame with a tame verse. I’m not asking to store the pot— Just to be on…
F*ck, Man — New Poems
We seek a “yes,” a helping hand, Yet fear to walk, to take a stand. The easy road, so soft, so wide, Keeps growth and strength locked deep inside. But trials teach, and struggle mends, The soul that fights, the will that…
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 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 —…
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…
Milestones and Tree Stumps — New Poems
Guessing, always guessing— light at the end, they say. It echoed again— misery’s climax, a crescendo in static, from no one else but the obsession of my alter ego. A shadow in chrome. A mirror with a…
Abuse I’ve Worked On — New Poems
The week left wreckage behind. He sat still, eyes wide—kept open by nicotine and a survival instinct that never shut off. Sober, technically. But nothing felt still inside. The thoughts were loud. Chaotic. Racing without lanes. He wasn’t high, just…
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…