Poems

Swipe Right for a Workout The gym is a hall of mirrors, selfies and smirks,A hundred bodies posing for cameras, more concerned with hashtags than heart rates,Every rep is performed for an invisible crowd, flexing muscles more for the lens than the lungs,The trainers are influencers, the treadmills a backdrop for thirst traps and carefully […]

The Haunt of Us In shadows where your love and fear combine,Every inch of this room confesses what we dare not say–Your heartbeat stutters, a pulse trembling in the dark’s design.We dance in silence, afraid to cross the border lineThat divides wanting from warning, skin from memory’s decay.In shadows where your love and fear combine,Desire

Swipe Left on Love The search is endless–a digital bazaar of faces, bios, promises,Each swipe is a hope and a dismissal,Looking for something that feels like fate, but everything’s just a placeholder for the next option,Profiles blur together, names forgotten before the screen even refreshes,Connections ghost in the morning, conversation turns to dead air,Everyone is

Swipe Left, Swipe Right The world is a buffet of faces, every longing and hope reduced to an idle flick of the thumb,A million strangers trapped behind glass, everyone curating their best angles and posed vacations,It’s hunting season in the lit-up wilderness of desire–left for forgettable, right for tonight,But nobody remembers the conversations, just the

Suffocating Stillness The air is so dense it could be sliced, heavy as lead, thick with every secret never spoken aloud,Breath catches, not from longing but from the slow suffocation of too many truths locked in a crowd–A silence that presses the chest flat, more oppressive than any argument, sharper than a slap,Both bodies marooned

Sweet Sins The night burns slow–Street buzzing with leftover heat, light bruising the dark,And there she is, framed in sharp glow,A silhouette that promises trouble and delivers more.Body like a Jaguar, hungry and low-slung,Moves like she knows every eye is hungry,Voice slides through the air, all smoke and sugar,Draws every word out just long enough

Social Media Love Affair Our story is perfect on a four-inch screen–filtered, cropped, cropped again,We pose in matching clothes, rictus grins, hashtag-blessed, both dying to start again.The internet thinks we’re radiant, glowing with curated affection,But the fight before brunch, the silence on the drive home, is lost in the algorithm’s detection.Your status declares we’re madly

Still Got the FireYears have come and piled like cordwood at the door.The mirror shows a face I’m still learning to recognize.Hair retreated. Waistline lost a war it couldn’t fund.Something still combusts beneath the ribs — unrescinded. Joints lodge their protest when I haul myself upright,but there’s a current I can’t extinguish — electrical, theoretical,past

Silent Thunder Thunder rolls through these rooms, soundless but shattering,Every word you ever spoke ricochets inside the skull, unraveling–Not a storm outside, but the violence of unspoken things rattling the walls.Loving you was learning to flinch at quiet, to brace for a crash that never falls.Once, desire was sharp as lightning, nerve and muscle awake

Skeleton Love Beneath the hum of an old ceiling fan that coughs the dust of every lie,A bed sags with the weight of bodies who learned early that flesh and truth both die,Each wrinkle an archive, every scar a line–love’s contract redrafted in flesh, in time,And in the closet, skeletons clack, not with shame, but