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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 — bloodied, bruised, but never broken. Pain twisted itself into blueprints, wounds spun into sharp ideas. I…
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In the Wake of Silence — Jaded
Silence is the loudest thing in the wake of everything I’ve said. The words hang in the air, unspoken, untouched, and I wonder if I’ll ever hear them again. But the silence speaks in ways the words never could, and I listen— even when there’s nothing left to say.
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The Unspoken Backdrop — Jaded
Love is something that makes us feel the happiest alive, but it can lie. When you think you’ve found someone, yet you’re left trying to forget. Days slip by, and still, you miss them. You sit in the past, letting it mold your well-being. What’s better in yourself? Who you were then? Nothing, actually. Tell…
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Inferno — Phoenix Heart
My heart is ticking its last breath for a cause from years ago, no longer shedding a tear, but quenching the flames of anger before your satire becomes a satanic regret.
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I Closed This Book — Phoenix Heart
They acted like they could burn out your light bulb. Like they knew our make and model. It’s a tragedy, jealousy. It started at birth, masked with daily doses of pharmaceuticals and traumatic damage that turned the family into my abuser. Undergoing the worst of the pandemic of post-traumatic stress, I shook through my whole…
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Shattered heart… — An Inconvenient Attachment
Shattered heart… then life feels over. The best of friends gave me the world. I couldn’t grasp how good it was. Leaving you, leaving the memories.
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I left myself to be with you, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I left myself to be with you, surpassing the worst in mind that kept telling me this was bad… listen to your heart.
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I Am a Fish — Freedom
I wonder if I will ever escape. I hear tapping noises. I see fingerprints on my glass bowl. I want to be free. I am a fish. I feel nothing at all. I touch something smooth. I worry if the cat will get me. I am a fish. I understand that I am stuck here…
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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.
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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 company it kept, where the devil’s eyes flashed like…
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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, building a home in my own destruction. And now, the mirror doesn’t lie. Once, I saw…
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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 devil knocks. And for a moment, I consider letting him in. Help this soul out. Because the mirrors, they don’t show…
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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 your attempts at normalcy into something foreign. The simplest moments become warzones. PTSD—a claimant that never rests,…
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I Killed the King — New Poems
Ninety-nine billion people, and I am the breath that fills your lungs— unseen, yet stitched into the fabric of your existence. Crafted by gods, an angel, they say, yet my edges are frayed by psychopathic tendencies. Raw emotional intelligence, balanced on the knife’s edge of self-control. Confidence teeters into arrogance, charisma flickers with the weight…
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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 purchased party, transactional at its finest. Just pray they don’t return in checks, some bounce, some settle, some beg for the grace of a…
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Burn — New Poems
The Kings are coming, the Latins have arrived. Expect red all over, with scared tears to die. The burdens of broken people, grasping for their moments of opportunity—frictions to broken deaths that need no introduction. Just an intervention. — The Burdens of Broken People
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Lonely Man Hours — New Poems
I started to balance out boundaries, But they waged wars within me, And with others. It made me sink into my own misery, A heart left pondering, unprotected. I mistook the downfalls, the cries, As proof that pain had crowned my life. But they were just the echoes of change, Boundaries being placed— And I…
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Sunshine with the Overcast of Rainy Thoughts — New Poems
Sunshine breaks through the overcast, Of rainy thoughts that never seemed to pass. Stepping forward, closer with each stride, To a goal my life was destined to find. Years of striving, now within my reach, A dream unfolding, just like they’d teach. I can finally gather receipts, feel seen, A worth not just from others,…
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Roundabouts & Turntables — New Poems
Life holds an hourglass for every event, every person, every place. I stand at the bus stop, waiting— for the next turn, the next opening, for moments given and taken. I’ve just bought a ticket to my next hourglass, watching the sand shift, ready for time to move again.
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Clown — New Poems
One game, to my knowledge, That I play fair, at least I can say. I’ll be your clown in your play, Your chameleon to your disguises. I’ll tag along, making fools play— Better yet, I’ll be the first person to come to mind. Why? I’m unusually lucky, quirky, and mysterious. I’ll be strings in your…
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…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 edge of broken, Spinning all my cracks in gold, Wasn’t…
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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 each day.
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Something Abandoned — New Poems
I sift through the pages of life, Clinging to a single chapter of this journey. Love, in all its fullness, Entangled with regret and the ghosts of dreams once lost. The echoes of temptation, now remorseful, Rise from where they were buried, Weeping to the next soul they touch.
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Duh, Part II — New Poems
I gave the message, they called me insane. Then built a church in my name. Duh.
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Burnt Offerings and Eye Rolls — New Poems
They want a miracle. I want a nap. We both walk away disappointed.
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Instructions Not Included — New Poems
God whispered. I blinked. They asked what I meant. I said, “Dunno. Probably something prophetic.”
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The Birds — New Poems
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, sadness, and fear. Correct thyself— His potential is foreseen, never…
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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 haunted. Haunted in a way sobriety never prepared him for. This was the first of…
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The Art of Relaxation — New Poems
He cried wolf to everyone and everything. Louder each time. And clear as day, they tiptoed away— not out of fear, but fatigue. They tried confronting the evil with mirrors and guilt, fumbling in a self-sabotaging ballet. You know the one— where the victim wears the suspect’s face and everyone claps anyway. So how do…
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The Beautiful Imposter — New Poems
The magician came to the birthday to stir the course of smiles and oh—happy days. The magician came to the birthday only to face the forgetfulness of personal reality. He pulled ribbons from a hollow hat— not magic, just memory pretending to be color. Children clapped. Mothers smiled. And he bowed, as if applause could…
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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 pulse.
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Wilt — New Poems
i forgot my name in the mirror— left it somewhere between the sigh and the stare. words don’t come here, only quiet breaks. my hands don’t fit me no more, so i sit like wilt on the floor— just a tear and nothing more.
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