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…
Better You vs. Lower You — New Poems
Just because they said no, Don’t cry wolf to empty skies. Life moves on, indifferent, A river that doesn’t stop for any of us. We are but fleeting memories, Dancing with our egos, Becoming purpose, Or choosing…
Rain — New Poems
The wind hit my face with the mist of your teardrops, I’m drowning in the fog of your wrath while preparing for a heavy downpour up ahead. Why am I drowning in your self-misery? It’s a question I ask every day.
I Met Someone, Let’s Say Him Is Me — New Poems
And he sings Frank Sinatra It’s funny how life got so serious, The kings of Bloody Mary tried to destroy the same Prophet from the kings that praise his cold shoulders It’s funny how life got so serious But I was the only…
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…
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…
Yellow — New Poems
The puzzle was missing pieces, Fragments that once held the promise of a perfect image. Days slipped by, And more pieces were lost, Destroyed, scattered beyond reach. Frustrated, He decided to let it go, Leaving…
The Remote — New Poems
Imagine the full weight of my effort— poured into people, places, and things, only to be met by the cold calculations of those who watch with an evil eye, measuring my struggle like a formula to be undone. Exposed. Not…
I Smirked a Few Times, Then I Just Played Jenga by Myself — New Poems
No rage, no roar— just a calm, chilling nod, as he painted the walls in gold. Mocking the links, talks, and winks, everything with a goal. Piece by piece, trying to knock him down. In solitude, they found…
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—…