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…
Tomorrow Is a New Day, Vin — New Poems
Driving through the horizon, I glimpse happiness, but the flight toward it— that’s where the misfortune lies. Chaos, I’d rather dance with, than tame with a tame verse. I’m not asking to store the pot— Just to be on…
Rose — New Poems
In the garden’s hush, a crimson rose did bloom, Each petal a whisper of love’s sweet perfume. Yet beneath its beauty, sharp thorns concealed, Guarding the heart that once freely revealed. Dewdrops like tears on velvet cheeks lay,…
Tipping Through the Tulips — New Poems
I keep forgetting the steps I make, tipping through the tulips, Like I don’t offer something unique— A soul twist in society’s shifting. A messenger, by chance. A messenger, by vein. Carrying my name correctly, I shall…
Cough Cough — New Poems
The show just got renewed for its last season. I see the way you argue over titles like they matter now— same script, different pain, every climax just a rerun of who breaks first. You talk in circles like it’s gospel, while…
…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…
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,…
The Hollow World — New Poems
I walk this world I hate to touch, A barren stretch, a broken clutch, Where love is bruised and anger’s cursed, A place that’s nothing but its worst. The coven’s whispers claw my skin, A battle fought from deep within.…
To Self-Care — New Poems
Is it something you chase, or something you wear? Do you seek inner peace like a prize to find, Or do you refine the battles inside your mind? Are we just cells, just atoms in place? Or is there more beneath this face? If…
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.…