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.…
Flares and Fractures — New Poems
I drove into the flares of unspoken details, creating an ambience of abundant cycles — crushed melancholy and hushed parts. That paved the way to broken screens and screams.
Meadows of Broken Charge — New Poems
It’s like the act was the best if it was reality Scene days of awed, and heart-filled aura Capturing the eclipse of some romantic tactic.
I See You, But I Stand — New Poems
I feel your breath behind my back, A shadow trailing every track. You think you’ve carved me out in chalk— But I’m stone, and I still walk. You mark my doors, you watch me sleep, You sow the fear you plan to reap. But…
Blood Teardrops — New Poems
Profit from the game. They’ll always announce a name— another fall, another framed.
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,…
F*ck, Man — New Poems
We seek a “yes,” a helping hand, Yet fear to walk, to take a stand. The easy road, so soft, so wide, Keeps growth and strength locked deep inside. But trials teach, and struggle mends, The soul that fights, the will that…
Hollow — New Poems
Restored in the melting pot of others’ sorcery, Laughing at the stock they brought to the table, Like the offer held any kind of redemption. Tortured by the burdens of selfless growth, Yet glorified in their missing misery.…
Prominent by Trade — New Poems
Carrying grace in its fullest force. Never powerless— Just a profound piece of enigma, Higher than the gods you praise. Tortured by what only jealousy can soothe. Prominent by trade, Never powerless by design.
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…