Poems

What The Fire LeftShe went through it the way houses go through fire—standing after, technically,but nothing you’d want to live inwithout serious renovation. The year doesn’t matter. The details don’t matter.What matters is the particular way a person reassembleswhen the reassembling is entirely on them.Nobody handed her a blueprint.Nobody said here’s what the load-bearing walls […]

Some people scatter them in places that were special,the lake where he used to fish, the park bench in the fall,the ocean off the coast, the high and terrestrialmountain that he’d hiked before age made it stall.Some keep them on the mantle in an urnand talk to them on mornings when the light is right,some

We Danced on the Roof ‘Til the Sirens WonThe sky cracked open like a skull, and the city bled fire across our feetYou pulled me close, hair full of dust, eyes full of defiance and ruinSaid, “If this is it, I’m not dying without one last fuck or dance”We climbed that condemned hotel like it

We Toasted the End with GasolineWe were laughing when the sirens stopped, drunk off end times and gasolineYour middle finger lit the sky like a flare while cities cracked beneath our bootsSaid, “If this is the end, then let’s make it fucking cinemic”The skyline crumbled like wet paper, but you kissed me like nothing mteredAsh

We Buried the Sun with Our TeethThe world ended quiet, like a held breath choking on dustWe didn’t scream—we chewed daylight ‘til it cracked between our molarsAnd smiled through blood, like fools too in love with the fire to flinchYou lit a cigarette off a burning corpse, said, “Guess this is home now”I kissed you

Wanderers in the Mist Magic lies in the shadowsIn the mist where dreams unfoldWhispers speak in the quietWhere stories remain untold Hidden paths lead to wonderLost in the haze of nightEndless worlds to discoverVanishing out of sight In the unknown we wanderIn the mist we findA realm of infinite chancesWith the magic of the mind

Twilight’s Endurance Through the twilight, harsh and stark,Your light endures within the dark.When shadows creep with vile intent,And eerie whispers seem to taunt,Your blaze remains, though phantoms haunt,A beacon fierce where cold is bent.While specters gloat with wicked art,Your light endures within the dark.In gloom where silent ghosts parade,Your radiance refuses shade.They snarl and jeer,

Unyielding Night The night is long, the shadows vast,Yet courage rises unsurpassed.In darkest hours, where fears are cast,The heart’s defiance stands steadfast.Yet courage rises unsurpassed,Through tunnels deep where phantoms dwell,In gloom where every whisper’s felled,The heart’s defiance stands steadfast.Through tunnels deep where phantoms dwell,A single spark can pierce the dark,Where demons whisper, souls embark,In gloom

Unyielding Will Beneath sorrow’s cloak, the night is cold,Its shroud a weight that seeks to choke,Yet your spirit remains fiercely bold,Unbroken by the shadows’ yoke,In the face of grief, your will won’t fold,Your resolve, a fire, is never bespoke.In the twilight, where the dark ensnares,The fabric of despair tightly weaves,Still, your courage rips through its

Tombstones and Ashes The tombstones mark where dreams have died,But from the ashes, new ones bide.In graveyards where ambitions lay,From shattered hopes, fresh visions play.Cemetery plots where shadows creep,Hold dormant dreams in endless sleep.Where once the grandeur faded slow,New schemes and desires start to grow.The epitaphs of goals unmet,Birth the seeds of future’s threat.Eroded stone