Poems

Fatigue The weight of the world presses down,Crushing your chest with every breath.Every step feels like a mile,Every thought a heavy burden,Tired eyes that can’t stay open,A body that begs for rest,The world won’t stop moving,And neither will you. It doesn’t matter how much you sleep,How many times you shut your eyes,It’s never enough,Never enough […]

Floodlit Paper Tigers Night lifts a glare of stadium white that varnishes cardboard armor with artificial blaze, applause cracks open the rafters while my pulse miscounts each praise,Beneath that riot of cheers my jaw tightens around a question mark, equal parts envy and haze, since I know the stitching inside this costume frays,Spotlights lick the

Chalice of Ruin In this tale of fury, where wrath flows free,A chalice sits, cursed as cursed can be.Not of gold nor bedecked with jewel,Forged in darkness, filled with cruel.The lips that touch it, taste despair,A drink so potent, foul as night air.Each gulp a poison, a trap for the soul,Binding the drinker to a

Dreams Among the Ruins Among the ruins of the old, where shadows fold,In the wreckage of stone and steel, dreams take hold,Amidst the shattered and worn, a new spirit is born,With every ghostly whisper, your spirit is bold. The moon’s cold gaze on the wreckage does leer,As the past in decay whispers its fear,Yet through

Amongst The Ruins Amongst the ruins, standing tall, resilience we urge.Echoes of defiance, forever they will resound,In the darkness, a spark ignites, an unyielding flame we’ve found.Through the engulfing darkness and searing pain, we reclaim our identity,Ignited by this unending battle’s echoes, we blaze with an undying flame. In the city’s endless night, I see

And a 10-Minute Existential Crisis You talk big, like your words carry weight,It’s just recycled bullshit in a shiny new package.Genius? Nah, more like a hamster on a wheelSpinning the same tired rhetoric until the end of time. Oh, the grand revelation–you’ve cracked the code!Didn’t everyone else already know the code was broken?You’ll preach it

(God Blinked) Ashes In Your Eyes Prt. 1No choir tonight—just the reek of hot metal and bone-dust.God blinked and the night split open, radioactive, blind, unholy.Shadows sprawling through every continent’s marrow, unspooled and raw,History’s dial frozen on agony—on screens, in the pulse of our blood.What’s left of paradise smears in the rain: plastic in the

(God Played) In The AshesGod scooped soot in calloused palms, sculpting worlds from wreckage—charred bone, melted saints, glass-eyed dolls split open by the quake.He flicked meteor dust into rivers turned chemical,hummed atomic lullabies over fields of suicide seeds,while the last survivors stitched wings from textbooks and fishing line,praying for exits that led nowhere. Lightning forked

Whispered Fears (I Am) In the ancient city’s subterranean depths, shadows cavort and conspire, assuming grotesque forms that defy nature’s laws. They are birthed from dread, strangling hopes and dreams until they smolder into a grim funeral pyre. The touch of this world is as chilling as marble kissed by the eternal gloom of a

Whispers in Shadows (I Am) In the veil of the midnight hour, darkness threads its insidious design, winding through the passages of your psyche, cleaving you from any semblance of tranquility. My presence is heavy, a foreboding specter hanging in the air, near enough to taste. The whispering shadows are my playground and within their