Sensitive, You Say? — New Poems
Oh, I see. You spit on my shoes, and when I notice the stain— I’m the problem. How sensitive of me to not say thank you for the character-building mud. You hurl disrespect like Mardi Gras beads— cheap,…
The Birds — New Poems
The birds came bearing news filled with horror, sadness, and fear. It was all about him. Let’s correct the ego that carries your burden down the wrong paths. Let’s create your change— “What if—?” The birds came to him with news, with such…
The Haunting of a Traumatized Mind — New Poems
…losing friends. Losing people who saw my future before I did. A mind too traumatized to trust, too unwilling to rest, too empty to feel full again. I was the joke of the group, easily swayed, quick to anger,…
Sold for Nothing — New Poems
Take my heart— sell it to the man downtown, sell it to the man outside. Useless. Dragging. Bleeding. Torn into pieces— rebuild it into someone else. Take my body, take what’s left, but all I…
Less Is More, Right? — New Poems
You’ll always be talked about, Reality made you the hottest topic, Feels like a one-hit wonder. It is what it is. People who talk shit don’t matter anyway, Like a shadow smoking a cigarette on a billboard at midnight—…
Instructions Not Included — New Poems
God whispered. I blinked. They asked what I meant. I said, “Dunno. Probably something prophetic.”
Outcall the Outcast — New Poems
I wear the weight of my own making, a hero in a story I keep rewriting. Blood trails of broken wars within me— memories whisper, ghosts remind me— that I own my past, even when it tries to own me. A mind once dictated by the…
Passenger to Pilot — New Poems
They brand the sky with stories, piloting perception, A crashing truth. The journey is made for you and only you. Grip the yoke, tilt the wings, And rewrite the descents.
The Happiest Meal I Ever Did — New Poems
They say Hell is fire and brimstone. They say it’s pitchforks and screams. Lies. Hell is a brightly lit diner with checkered floors, a jukebox that only plays Kidz Bop covers of Linkin Park, and a greeter named Cheryl who will ask if you’ve tried the…
Burnt Offerings and Eye Rolls — New Poems
They want a miracle. I want a nap. We both walk away disappointed.