Poems

“Ashes of Tomorrow”Skies painted gray with nuclear dust,Cities crumble, iron turns to rust.Echoes of a world we left behind,In the ashes, hope is hard to find.From the ruins, we rise again,Fighting shadows, defying the end.In the wasteland, our spirits soar,Reclaiming life, demanding more.Radiion whispers in the breeze,Mutant creures lurking in the trees.Survivors gher ’round the […]

Ashes, Not a TitleWe lit the sky with cities, burned them just to feel aliveBuilt our shrines on the backs of graves and dared the earth to surviveThen wondered why the stars fell out, like even heaven gave up the drivenothing lasts forever—yeah, but fuck, you didn’t mean thisYour ring melted into the floorboards while

Ashes in My MouthSmoke curled like a top on the skyline’s corpseI walked through a city that forgot it had a nameBillboards preaching hope with half the letters burned awayEvery god went quiet when the sky turned redPrayers melted into the pavement where the dreamers bledAnd the rs grew bold, wearing tops in our ruinsI’ve

Song 1: “Ashes in the Wind” I watched us burn down to dustThe flames took all, left nothing but rustWe were a wildfire, out of controlNow I’m chasing the pieces of my soul Every word we said, it fueled the flameNow there’s nothing left, no one to blameI’m standing here in the ruins of usAll

Ashes Under Her FingernailsShe danced through fallout like it was mist, skin glowing in the amber hazeBarefoot on bone piles, singing lullabies to the broken buildingsHer lipstick smeared like blood across the mouth of a dying decadeShe kissed me once—tongue like smoke, breath tasted like burned sermonsSaid “I wched cities melt and didn’t cry, but

Ashes in Her Wedding VeilShe kept a drawer of Polaroids where love had lost its nameChampagne stains and lipstick ghosts still clung to her like shameSaid vows were written once in blood, but washed away with ginThe veil hung limp behind her bed, scorched black every hemThe dress fit like a noose of lace, a

Ashes Keep the Shape of YouThe bombs fell slow, like snow with a vendettaAnd I wched you dance in the fallout, arms wide, like death was just a contestYou kissed me with blistered lips and said, “Let’s burn beautifully”We didn’t run—we fucked in the ruins, smoked dreams like rationed hopeYour skin glowed orange under mushroom

Amidst the Tombs of Lost Regret Amidst the tombs of lost regret,Where shadows coil and darkened sweat,Your spirit rises, unbroken yet,A flame unchained by grim duress.In crypts where mourning’s echoes wail,Your heart persists, a fierce travail,Through anguish deep and sorrow’s veil,You forge ahead, though demons pale.Among the graves of failed designs,Where every lost dream intertwines,Your

Above the Mire In the graveyard’s hush, a solemn choir,Where ghosts in shadows softly conspire,You rise with flair,Beyond the despair,And laugh at the ghoulish quagmire.Through tombstones stacked in silent disdain,Where the dead play their eerie refrain,You swagger with pride,While specters deride,And mock their lamenting campaign.The moon casts its pallor so stark,On the graves where the

Song 5: “After the Fire” We stood in the fire, we didn’t breakBut when it was over, all we could takeWas the ashes left in the cold night airA love burned down, a love stripped bare We fought the flames, but they fought us backNow we’re standing in the smoke, turning blackI thought we’d survive,