Retaliation is my purpose on earth. — From the notebooks
Retaliation is my purpose on earth. One day my father said my heart will kill you – He may be correct. I’ve overdosed left for thirty minutes then came back to earth. I’ve accepted things because of childhood fear. I’ve been…
Yo — From the notebooks
My friend: why’d you let so many people walk over you? My answer: You’re in a room with someone who thinks they know your weakness, but you’ve done the work on yourself. Now, you play the clown for jokes and giggles, because you already know how this…
People Are Pocket Change (2025) — New Poems
A purchased party, transactional at its finest. Some are worth cents, others, crisp, uncreased dollars. A purchased party, disputable, disposable— tossed like loose change yet clutched like a life saver. A…
Sold for Nothing — New Poems
Take my heart— sell it to the man downtown, sell it to the man outside. Useless. Dragging. Bleeding. Torn into pieces— rebuild it into someone else. Take my body, take what’s left, but all I…
Something in the Air — New Poems
“Something’s in the air I’m breathing today. Silence—it’s all I need from you right now. Silence—from everyone right now. Let me figure this out. I got this. Somehow. Thank you…” I confess—I’m lost. Something’s…
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.…
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…
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,…
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.
Blood Teardrops — New Poems
Profit from the game. They’ll always announce a name— another fall, another framed.