Poems

Horror Movie Love Ours is a romance that never plays by the rules–You with your wicked smile and mascara smeared like blood spatter, me with a heart too stupid to run,Every night a new plot twist, every argument a set piece with all the gore and none of the escape.I’m the final guy–just lucky enough […]

Heartbeat’s Last Echo The room is a tomb, still and hungry, every object a relic of when love lived here–Silence breathes in the walls, thick as smoke, and I find myself suspended betweenThe impulse to scream and the certainty that no one will answer.The last of your scent lingers, stubborn, on the pillow,A ghost that

Haunted Lullaby Midnight breeds its own breed of comfort, half-consolation, half-threat,A lullaby sewn from every mistake that clings to the pillowcase,Regret is a restless companion, humming in the attic,Rehearsing old catastrophes in minor keys–Sleep will not come for the wicked, nor the wounded,Only the haunted truly know the currency of silence,How every hour spent awake

Haunting Whispers Night lingers in the corners like a secret nurse, swabbing down the wounds that never really close,While the ceiling cracks pulse overhead–veins of old regret, feeding every anxious dose.Sleep hovers just out of reach, a drunk lover threatening to call but never dialing,And shadows pull up chairs, cross their legs, ready to watch

Haunted Hearts How you haunt me with your love–a presence that stains every room,A ghost that refuses exorcism, settling in the sheets, the silence, the gloom.Your hands linger like old perfume on a favorite shirt I can’t throw away,Fingertips trailing shivers that know me better than I know myself–You are the echo at midnight, the

Haunted House Blues Old wood and colder nights, a house groans under the weight of unfinished business,You paid too much for the square footage, but how do you put a price on the thrill of a haunted hallway?The walls remember every argument, every embrace, every secret,Chandeliers swing without wind, floorboards whine beneath footsteps that never

Green Lies The seduction of a better life always shines just past the fence–sharper grass, softer lovers, sweeter secrets just out of reach, luring restless hearts to wander. Temptation curls its fingers around the neck of anyone foolish enough to believe that longing is always answered on the other side. She listened to the echo

Gym Bros and Cardio Queens This is the temple of the selfie, a sanctuary where worship means flexing in the mirror and counting reps like holy beads,Rows of treadmills, benches, squat racks–all props for the pageantry of muscle and sweat,He’s benching three plates for the camera, she’s spinning just long enough for the story–Nobody here’s

Gym Membership (But No Muscles) Sign-up day arrives with a burst of conviction–new-year hope carved in the receipt,New shoes gleaming, bottle full, gym shorts daringly tight, a declaration that this year will be complete.The card’s swiped, promises are made in the locker room mirror–this time it’s different, this time it’ll stick,But by week two, those

Ghostly Romance Late at night, in the echoing hush of a too-big bed,Whispers circle the room, laughter from lips long dead,The sheets turn cold but the longing stays, a love that outlived its own heartbeat,Candle flames flicker to spell out messages no one else believes–But every touch in the dark is softer, every shadow a