Poems

(Pre-Chorus) I pull the string and you come undone,I’m the crack under the door,You can run but you can’t outrunWhat you already more. The hours bleed into the dark, I live inside the hum,Every stillness holds my shape, I mark the ones who come.When you sleep I’m in the draft that lifts the blanket at […]

Amityville Horror House, New York — Echo of a Violent Pastby Dawg In Amityville’s heart, beneath the choked hush of suburban breath,a gabled house broods over the avenue, glazed with myth and death.Windows glare like accusations, gaping at every guest,paint blistered by rumor, foundation weighted with unrest. Night falls in layers here, each one thicker

Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary, California — The Prison’s Restless Deadby Dawg In the chill of San Francisco Bay, on a rock marooned by fate,Alcatraz stands armored, brooding behind its rusted gate.Salt wind gnaws the towers, the fog claws at the stone,centuries of verdicts echo, each cell a world alone. Shadows unspool at sundown, tracing misery in

Aley Grand Hotel, Lebanon — Check Outby Dawg The Aley Grand lingers above the town, a crumbling mirage,its balconies draped in ivy, facades cracked by decades of sabotage.Columns still striving for grace beneath layers of dust and regret,each window a blackened eye socket, watching the world forget. The shimmer that once lit these rooms with

The Wreckage Is Inevitable Its coming, it always comes,And the sooner you learn to dance with it,The sooner you’ll learn to feel the rush of the unknownWithout flinching,Without second-guessing,Without looking back at the life you left behind. So you take that step,You leap into the dark with nothing but your heartbeatAnd the whispers of the

Abyss Unbrokenby Dawg Abyss–cold, indifferent, unblinking in its stare,where silence gnaws and shadows hang heavy in the air.When gazes lock across that chasm, it’s not surrender you meet–defiance flickers sharp, a vow that will not retreat.No trembling at the brink, no bargain struck for peace,only the stubborn architecture of resolve that will not cease. Depths

The Villain’s Mirror Old voicemail hiss in the wires, voice like a lost child’s candle fighting the draft,I replay your accusations on loop, the words pummel skin I swore was armor but turns brittle under aftermath,This kitchen table’s stained with coffee rings and apologies I never poured, my fingerprints everywhere but the evidence runs deep–dirt

The Wage Gap Same desk, same hours, same reports that no one reads,Same coffee in the break room, same fluorescent needs.The only thing that’s different is the number on the check,And the silence when she asks about it, and the change of subject. He got the raise in January, she’s still waiting on the call,The

The Struggle for Equality The march goes on for miles, feet blistered, signs held high,Voices hoarse from chanting truths beneath an indifferent sky.Hands that clutch each other tight against the pepper spray and shields,Bodies standing at the line where justice kneels. They’ve been fighting for a century, longer if you count the chains,The blood dried

The Unpaid Bills The envelopes collect like snow against the door,Red ink warnings stacking up across the kitchen floor.Every ring of the phone is a fist against the chest,Every voicemail a reminder that you’re failing every test. You do the math at 2 AM with a calculator and a prayer,Robbing Peter, paying Paul, running fingers