Duh, Part II — New Poems
I gave the message, they called me insane. Then built a church in my name. Duh.
Smuggling in a Smile of “Oh, Happy Days” — New Poems
Transform into the tone of the metaphor — “oh a rainy day.” Burdens carry out everyday outcomes, purpose, or even alter ego, Creating a homebody passion, When in reality, an introvert is not the title of this branding. Smuggling a…
Where Are You — New Poems
I’m trying to figure out what I wanna do, trying to start a storm before the sun so I’ll learn something new. I want to love. I’m done with the single life. I want my heart to feel warm again, my body to feel…
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 —…
Pathetic (Ways) — New Poems
They whisper of the path— the one paved with anxiety and Amazon boxes. It brings “security,” they say— like a seatbelt on the Titanic. Follow the path that parades your past mistakes like they’re vintage accessories.…
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…
How’s the Melody of Doubt? — New Poems
I start humming at a stranger’s wishes, Doubtful of their conceptions, Of the melody they think they play. Is it like the maker wants a pot of misery— Stewing in the shadows of their own making? Is it stuck? How do you…
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…
Dancing in the Rain — New Poems
Dancing in the rain. Making sure Adam and Eve are pleased one last time, Conquering their quests, Managing a manhunt for the property of my soul. Raindrops drip like the pink cast of a strawberry moonlit night. The stars…
What a Clown — New Poems
Love can boast you straight into unpopularity, can pinch every thought of him while you’re still processing the pain— the real mental torture. It turns you into a comfortable mess, half-healed, half-haunted. Love—…