Drowning — New Poems
A destroyed past changes you. It rewrites your voice, steals the trust from your hands, makes you forget the warmth of a friend. Lonely. Terrified. A man’s best friend—gone. A man’s best self—slipping. The…
The Haunting of a Traumatized Mind — New Poems
…losing friends. Losing people who saw my future before I did. A mind too traumatized to trust, too unwilling to rest, too empty to feel full again. I was the joke of the group, easily swayed, quick to anger,…
Outcall the Outcast — New Poems
I wear the weight of my own making, a hero in a story I keep rewriting. Blood trails of broken wars within me— memories whisper, ghosts remind me— that I own my past, even when it tries to own me. A mind once dictated by the…
The Echoed Return — New Poems
I saw a change in the people, places, and things, Revisiting shadows where memory clings. Old footsteps retraced on forgotten ground, Where silence speaks, though none make a sound. I challenged myself to face what was gone,…
Dear Memory Maker — New Poems
All you wanted was to enjoy A new memory maker, Something that stirs a feeling You never thought you’d know. But inside, the days are burdened, Carrying the weight of past ties— People, places, things. A host of…
PTSD Defined — New Poems
The people, places, and things— sightseeing, a simple pleasure, but with every turn, a lingering aroma, a sniff that pulls you back in time. Onomatopoeia effects— sounds that echo with weight, resonating in…
But How — New Poems
How do you rebuild when the wreckage is all you’ve known? When childhood was a shadow, love stories were echoes, and friendships faded like mist at dawn? He stood among the ruins, memories flashing— the waves of people, the…
The Happiest Meal I Ever Did — New Poems
They say Hell is fire and brimstone. They say it’s pitchforks and screams. Lies. Hell is a brightly lit diner with checkered floors, a jukebox that only plays Kidz Bop covers of Linkin Park, and a greeter named Cheryl who will ask if you’ve tried the…
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…
The Birds — Phoenix Heart
The birds came bearing news filled with horror, sadness, and fear. It was all about him. Let’s correct the ego that carries your burden down the wrong paths. Let’s create your change— “What if—?” The birds came to him with news, with such bought horror,…