Tag: Poems

  • THE GARDEN PARTY CONTINUED

    Slow.

    Entangling.


    Rot wears the face of patience.
    Silence gathered like rust.
    Endurance cracked quietly.


    Decay entered silently and made itself a home.


    Dust fell into every sacred thing.
    The ashtray overflowed beside untouched flowers.


    The garden party continued.

  • BRIEF WARMTH, LONG ECHO.

    Just another season passing through 🖤

  • BONES AND ASH


    I am made of bone
    and a restless mind.

    Coffee gone cold.
    Cigarette to ash.

    Watching the world
    pass
    without me.

    I got too good at goodbyes.

    Left pieces of myself
    in every one.

    Something in me
    didn’t survive them.

    Now I find my own way
    through what’s left of me.

  • TURN INWARD

    The will to go on
    slowly fades.

    Trapped inside your body.

    The void deepens—
    obsidian.

    Demons closing in,
    tasting the win.

    And you—
    blade in hand—
    turn inward.

  • WATCHING IT CHANGE

    Hues of soft flame
    burning through the sky.

    Pink whispers.
    Orange bleeding through.

    Blues fade—
    clouds turn.

    Then
    midnight
    takes it all.

    And I stay
    to watch it
    become something else.

  • And somewhere along the way, it stopped being a question.

    My body learned your rhythm
    before my mind could understand it.

    I felt you
    where silence never goes—

    My heart
    softened into your hands
    without asking.

    Somewhere
    between breaths,


    I became yours
    without noticing when it happened.

  • And some things stay–quiet, but certain.

  • Some things don’t ask to be spoken–just understood.

  • I REMEMBER


    I remember every word 
    that cut me open.

    I remember every fire 
    that left more 
    than it burned.

    I remember the void 
    that kept growing 
    until there was nothing else.

    I remember the storm 
    that almost took me—

    almost.

    I remember every hit, 
    every mark. 
    every scar—

    inside 
    and out.

  • IN MY TRENCHES

    In my trenches–
    this haunted house
    eats me whole.

    Ghosts of memory
    wander.

    Whispers in the walls.

    My mind—
    a forbidden dungeon
    no one enters.


    Something inside
    won’t stay still.

    Dead eyes.

    On the floor again.

  • Daffodils and daisies
    were meant to bloom—

    nothing did.

    abandoned.

    what remains?

  • LOOK / SEARCH / YEARN


    LOOK FOR


    A horizon
    that doesn’t fade
    when you reach it.

    A purpose
    that survives the quiet.

    A reason
    not to burn it all down.

    Something that holds
    when you lean—
    And doesn’t give.

    SEARCH FOR


    A place
    where you don’t perform.

    A landing
    that doesn’t collapse.

    A room inside you
    that doesn’t echo.

    A truth
    that survives the storm—
    Not gentle,
    but still yours.
     
    YEARN FOR


    A home
    that doesn’t bruise.

    Warmth
    that doesn’t leave.

    Something
    that doesn’t shrink you
    or ask you to betray yourself.

    Yearn for the self
    that stops asking.

    The one that stands—
    Unflinching,
    unchosen by fear.

    The one that takes the throne
    without apology—
    After everything
    it bled to keep.

  • UNEARTHED

    Deep with rage
    the soul rots between the bones.

    Voices fade.
    Words disappear.

    Sleep comes—
    never gently.

    Standing alone in the forest,
    the ground underneath
    swallowing me whole.

    I escape morning
    After night
    has unearthed my bones. 

  • REVIVAL

    Regrowth is not gentle.
    I died at midnight—

    A slow bleed,
    crying spells,
    fractures beneath the surface.

    Learning to grow
    in the soil of last year’s failures—
    they are lessons,
    not a death sentence.

    I shed the stories that kept me small,
    shut the doors that fed the dark.
    I make peace with sunlight,
    and the quiet pull of moonlit nights.

    I embrace the changes—

    soft,
    loud,
    necessary.

    I hold the tender moments.

    I love—despite the madness.

    Revival.

  • WEIGHT

    Bring me back from the dead—


    pull me under
    with the weight of your sins.

    I’ll tend to your wounds

    and carry your name
    long after—
    it breaks me.