The Day I Died — New Poems
The sun was kind that morning, casting gold over everything. I smiled like I meant it. Laughed like I was whole. People waved, said hello, and I said it back. But something in me slipped away— quiet, unnoticed.…
Cliffhangers and Other Highs — New Poems
And the rest was history. A made-up narrative that convinced his constituents, so thought out that the convening of the devil was dancing behind the moon and stars with him. He was so caught up in the beauty of admiring his…
333 (Good, Good, and Bad) — Phoenix Heart
The souls that belittle you are the Devil, masking the reality of what’s conspiring before your eyes. An inner emotional roller coaster, from happy highs to six-feet-under sadness. A personal note for the books: if the mess he picked up becomes the…
It Rains and It Pours, Carry On — Phoenix Heart
Suppress the burdens of broken wants, needs, and desires. Tuck them away, where they can’t reach the light. Now, glorify your misery— don’t mislead its glorification, the root of too many “come ons” or “I’m just going to end it.” This nonsense of a pity…
Death Does Woven Emotions — Jaded
Death, held in the heartstrings of melancholy, molding the heart, body, and soul into a slouched-over form, broken by people, places, and things. He sits alone, complying with the consistency of his trial, darkened by robust testimony. Melancholy…
Depression — Jaded
The only presence of some sort of emotion, it’s becoming my favorite song to sing, my favorite phone call to hear, and my favorite color to showcase. The needle in the haystack is the happiness in the hell I’m about to get through.
Friendships in Passing — Jaded
He fought the pull to end it all, dragging himself through battles he didn’t start— questions clawing at his mind. Why can others just walk away from memories, as if they never mattered? Why do people enter and exit his life with no regard, no lasting…
Jaded — Jaded
My mind is blank— a straight line stretching endlessly. Is there an explanation for this loose feeling woven into the mist of broken thoughts? I can’t breathe. Eyes wide open, too close to the edge of an inner darkness, spinning between shadow and light.…
Spoiled Cries with Deeper Cries — Jaded
Risen from the ashes built by the pawnings and landings of past, future, and current events. Not a thing learned, not a thing earned, but the bypassings of others, tarnishing them with backstabbing approaches and a spoiled hail of cries. It ran on for…
Sickness — Jaded
Bowing down to the uncertainty of unconditional surrender, shifting down, shivering through the crowded body I’m left carrying, pulling at the strings that are holding me up while fighting the cruelty of my own maker. Teardrops fall like a rainstorm…