…But I’m Still Gonna — New Poems
If you know my flaws, my falls, my beauty, Then why you runnin’ ’round just to spread the talk? Was it sweet on your tongue, got ’em hangin’ on? Was it fuel for the fire in your little squad? I mean— We’re dancing on the…
Imagine the Pain… — Phoenix Heart
They took everything when it became his payday, remembering its questioning. They took his sanity. His kindness. His courage.
Dear Carrier — Phoenix Heart
The demons that follow you—those acts of torture, those remedies, those made-up “it’s water under the bridge” excuses. It’s over. The birds kept pecking at my window. Once they finally shattered the glass, they delivered the words the heavens heard: how…
Just Keep… Ah, What? — Phoenix Heart
How does evil gain its power? It manipulates its victims. Manipulates their “they” and “them.” Some say that within the group, there’s a man who doesn’t agree with the leader’s views, beliefs, and values. His goal is to see through the blindness before…
“I Should Not Feel This Way” — Phoenix Heart
His people, places, and things are subtle reminders of his current state. Mentally being backstabbed. Winning the throne of persuasion, his company to keep. Prevailing evil, illusions, and the conspiracy of realist propaganda, in a way. I feel at war. I…
Invitation — Phoenix Heart
The smallest of events are proof that “small things matter more than big things.” Caught by introductions of written scriptures that once worked for them, they created such ambiguity that it targeted the weak. Was it to make them less? Or was it to make…
Curtains Down — Jaded
Let’s pause and wake the fuck up. Laughing at your satire, yet I walked away with the Oscar. You tried to backstab me, dragging me into your world of people, places, and things. I volunteered for consideration— let that sink in. Remarkably, I saw three…
Calling Drunk — Jaded
Pasting by the life we built, like films on a movie board— the beginning, the middle, the ending. We created scenes of happy days, torn apart by the pain of others’ jealousy. Their envy lingered, a shadow on our brightest frames, turning laughter into…
Press — Jaded
They spent more time backstabbing him, with insecurities plain as day. Yet the audience gathered. Were they feathered or what? The nest got bigger, migrating more and more— hatred, conniving, and shifting became the wreckage of missed mistakes. …Who’s…
People Are Pocket Change — Jaded
A purchased party, transactional at its finest— some are worth cents while others are worth dollars. A purchased party, disputable, thrown out the window, forever a lifesaver. A purchased party, transactional at its finest— just hope they don’t come back…