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…
No Place for You — New Poems
After the wreckage, I still resist the truth… Still crave your return, even as I know— deep down— there is no place for you here. Not in my heart. Not in my life. Not after what you’ve done.
How They Proceed After Isn’t Your Problem. Carry On. — New Poems
This toxic environment of hatred fuels self-destruction and overshadows the future. Selfish anger seeps into every interaction, transforming into something almost unholy. A moment’s respite was meant to break the cycle—to seal the door to vengeance and…
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…
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…
The Cycle of Emptiness — New Poems
People are hollow. We trade our bodies like currency, sell our lust for a fleeting touch— drawn to beauty, blind to meaning. We’ve forgotten how to care, how to hope, how to believe that tomorrow could be different.…
To Whom — New Poems
If the enemy wants to flash the voodoo, compute the right way. Don’t riddle around the merry-go-round; it’ll only cost you your temptation. If the enemy wants to strike with whispers, let your silence weigh like stone.…
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…
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…
But Everybody Talking Shit Sucks Anyways — New Poems
Gazing into the void, Validating the difference between light and dark, While simultaneously trying not to become an emotional stranger to my own existence. The cause of action is the wrath of people’s aching jealousy…