Poems

Empty Threads He was once a firebrand–skin that bruised for nothing, hands that shook with lust,Now he walks the empty hours, shuffling through the dust.Old jokes haunt the room, the punchline lost,Desire evaporated by the weight of cost.Every night he laces up regret and steps into a city built of empty beds,Each lover a ghost, […]

Eyes of the Dark Your eyes–black rivers, bottomless, obsidian with hunger–pull secrets from my bones,Each glance a question that never leaves, a threat wrapped in longing, a promise never atoned. You watch me as prey and as partner, a predator’s patience balanced with a lover’s ache,The silence between us is thick with old wounds, every

Fading Away I’m vanishing, molecule by molecule, watching myself fragment in mirrors that no longer reflect,A blur in the glass, a whisper that loses its grip–there’s no anchor, no reason left to connectWith the world I used to crave. Each day becomes another page torn out,The ink fading, the story dissolving, the hunger for feeling

Electric Touch In the fever-sweat of midnight, where restless bodies churn and city light flickers through sweat-clouded glass, desire moves reckless and full-bodied–an engine of need grinding under the cracked facade of a dance floor, where the music’s pulse thrums harder than memory. Each breath is electric, each step a dare, every inch of skin

Empty Eyes There’s a face I used to love, mapped in memory’s desperate relief,Eyes that once blazed with hunger now emptied of promise, emptied of grief.We used to set each other on fire, burning away the days,Now we sit in silence, an endless absence, nothing left to praise.Your eyes are vacant, hollowed out by time,The

Down in the Heart of Desire Down in the heart of Desire, light sputters and stings against fogged glass and humid midnight, where every shadow drips with intent, where every alley is thick with the scent of sex and secrets, where the filth and glamour are wound so tightly together that no one remembers which

Distant Pulse Somewhere, a heart hammers out a rhythm, insistent and strong,But here, in this room, the pulse is lost, the beat all wrong.Once, love was a wave that shattered silence, a noise that broke the night,Now, it’s a barely-there hum, the echo of a fight.Lips move in conversation, but every word evaporates before it’s

Doomscrolling Blues The glow of the screen is a drug,I scroll through the digital wasteland, headlines screaming louder than my own thoughts,Disaster after disaster, another tragedy competing with cat videos and sponsored content,My thumb never rests, chasing the next hit of outrage or grief,I watch the world sink into chaos–fires, floods, shootings, scandals–And every headline

Cupid’s Lost His Mind Cupid is drunk in the alley behind the strip mall, winged menace stumbling through cigarette butts and broken glass,Quiver empty but for bent arrows and bruised intentions, every love shot is a misfire, another soul dragged through the farce.His fingers are clumsy on the bow, trembling with laughter at the disaster

Demon’s Dilemma Every night’s a negotiation with something ancient and hungry,Possession isn’t spinning heads–it’s the thousand small decisions that go wrong,Sins counted, temptations indulged, the devil’s arithmetic in every cracked mirror,There’s a thrill in the madness, a satisfaction in the suffering,The rituals don’t work, the priests get tired,The real demon is the voice in your