Poems

Pendulum’s Promiseby Dawg The clock in the hall is a crooked judge,swinging its verdict over sleepless skin,the pendulum’s arc slicing midnight into halves–one for fear, one for regret, both for the condemned. No redemption in the hush, just the slow groan of old woodremembering who’s been lost,every swing a reckoning, the past returning,the present refusing […]

Perron Family Haunting, RI — Restless Spiritby Dawg Within the hush of forgotten fields, where twilight clings and shadows weave,the farmhouse stands, a fractured relic where restless souls refuse reprieve.Whispers coil through stagnant air, insidious murmurs wrapped in dread,a spectral chorus wails unseen, their voices threading through the dead. Cold as winter’s biting breath, the

Orbit Deep Waters x Between Signals (Mashup) Orbit Deep Waters x Between Signals Underneath the frost of white, feet stamping frozen ground,Same alarm, same ceiling, same gray scraping glass,Your hand becomes the mooring, the one steady sound,Same coffee cooling on the counter — let it pass. Moving through the empty rooms, my steps fall into

Patient Watcher He sits in hospital chairs nobody offered him,Patient as rust, unhurried, plain.His coat smells like old waiting rooms and rain.He doesn’t knock or clear his throat—Just lets the monitors write his notes,A tenant in the building, never late. No urgency, no grand estate,Just steady hands that fold and wait.He knows the paperwork by

Ode to Scars in Moonlightby Dawg Moon, surgeon of midnight, reveal the gallery of wounds,bathed in spectral glow–each scar a relic, a hymn to endurance,tales of battle written in flesh, stories mapped in pale relief,markings not of shame, but of thresholds crossed,survived betrayals, vanished allies, storms endured alone. The scars–some thin as regret, others thick

Orbit Deep Waters Sparks Verse 1 Underneath the field of white, walking on the ground, Your hand acts as the anchor,the only steady sound. Moving through the open space,the steps fall into line,In the center of the dark, your shadow mixes mine.Chorus Sky is turning, sparks and fire, In your hold,we climb up higher. Every

New Orleans, Louisiana — The Axemanby Dawg Midnight leans over New Orleans,pressing secrets into the slick cobblestones and the moss-heavy air–gaslight flickers on the shadowed corners,as if the darkness itself recoils from what happened there. A city uncoils in sweat and song,but the tune is edged in panic–every horn riff, every drumbeat,a code for the

Night Shadowby Dawg I am a shadow in the nightand I wear your street like a stolen coat,moving quiet where the porch lights can’t testify.I don’t need a face to be remembered,I don’t need a name to be blamed,I just need the gap between your breath and your next breath. The moon is a bad

Nobody Tells You About This Part Nobody tells you about the weeknight portrait —the one where you’re both in different roomsdoing different things, completely comfortablein the quiet of a house that knows you both.That’s what the long haul looks like from the inside —not the constant togetherness, not the romantic ideal —but two people who’ve

Moundsville Penitentiary, West Virginia — Cold Steelby Dawg Past the floodlights and razor wire, under a sky hammered flat and gray,Moundsville rises, a monster built for punishment–swallowing hope by the day.Iron gates groan like a warning, every bar hums with sin,the air bites at your nerves–regret and rust and memory digging in. These corridors never