Poems

Scars as Brushstrokes Scars like brushstrokes, life’s own art, Each a tale, a fractured part. Wounds map the path where madness starts, Painted by life’s cruel, sharp darts. Every slash, a stroke so dark, Each imperfection leaves a mark. Sculpted by our cruelest nights, Their jagged lines are pure delights. From battles fought and battles […]

Sensory Overload Lights flash around me Colors blur so free Feel the bass in my veins Lost in wild Untamed Crowd is moving Endless sea Pulse beats through Pure ecstasy Hands up high Voices rise We escape It’s no surprise Sensory overload tonight In the rave’s electric light Exhilaration We take flight In the music

Rusting Away We were once a song that played so loudNow the notes are rusting, hidden in a shroudThe days go by, and we turn to dustOur love’s been lost, corroded by trust I see the cracks in every chordThe rhythm’s broken, can’t be restoredWe’re rusting away, day by dayIn the silence of what we

Rusty Waltz In the dance of time, the steps lose their grace, Beneath the gilded age, the metal sighs, Where rust devours the elegance in place. Each note, once bright, now muted in its space, Decay conspicuously under fading skies, In the dance of time, the steps lose their grace. The waltz of age spins

Rusted Tunes In the rusted tunes we find Echoes of a bygone time Whispers of an old refrain Memories that never wane Silver strings and bronze guitars Play the notes beneath the stars Timeless songs they start to play Drawing us to yesterday Melodies that bind Living in our minds Rusted tunes that echo clear

Rust’s Singular Path In rust’s designs, a tale’s not bound, No pattern’s matched; they all confound.In every speck, a world profoundNo second rust can be found. As metal wears and scars abound, The uniqueness of each mark is crowned.One’s path is carved where none resoundNo path like yours can be renowned. Embrace the lines where

Rusted Harmonies The nights have grown restless, a symphony of disquiet that punctuates my sleep with relentless insistence. The dreams come unbidden, like unwelcome guests crashing through the gates of my subconscious. Each night, I find myself in a maze of sound, where the walls pulse with the ghostly echoes of music. The instruments—ancient, rusted,

Rust on the StringsWe played this thing hard,we played it hot—every note rang clear,but clear don’t last. Somewhere in the actionthe rust crept through,ate into the copperall the way to the blue. Can’t tune away corrosion,can’t retighten what’s gone to silt.The song was built from rust—that’s what the damage built. We shook the room once.The

Rust’s Elegy Here lies a gleaming piece of lore, Once pure, now etched with rust’s cruel grace,A canvas time and decay adore. The shine is gone, what’s left is trace, Where once was smooth, now textures form,A beauty birthed from nature’s base. In life’s grand play, we meet our storm, Slick facades give way to

Rust and Complexity Upon the rusted metal, patterns unfold, Twisting tales of time in hues so bold.Each jagged line, each fleck of goldWhispers secrets, stories told.In rust, life’s secrets are manifold. Beauty blooms in decay’s deep hold, Where chaos forms a lacework, scrolled.Each mark’s a mystery to behold. Amidst the flakes, complex designs mold, Patterns