Poems

We Deserved ThisThe machine cracked open its vault, a horde of receipts,Files brimming with pain performed on glowing sheets,Empathy run dry, voices bought and leased,Morality pawned off, and all virtues ceased.Theplanet tilted beneath the weight of lies,Streaming sorrow as spectacle, scripted and monetized.Children branded,grief resold—Banners of virtue fluttering,stories bought and told.Outrage became comfort, performed without […]

Viral Apocalypse (Fentanyl Lean)Lean… lean… lean… | | Bodies stacked in the back of the mall, | No sirens left,just the static call. | Air’s thick with the taste of fear,| Scratch your throat and they disappear. | | | Cities fell without a scream,| Truth was buried under dopamine. | They sold us peace

Village DepopulationThe tavern door is swinging on a rusted iron hinge

Veins of DecayHe drifts where candlelight trembles in windows sealed by dread,A shadow riding wind that bends the poplar dead,No chariot nor thunder, but a silence that creeps along the edge of breath,And in that hush, every cough is prophecy,each shiver whispers death.He’s the chill that lingerswhen the warmth should return,The memory of fever in

Vestal SinShe was summoned to kneel before the altar’s teeth,White-draped, draped in innocence stitched by strangers’hands—Sanctuary air thick with incense and a thousand years of grief,Litany of fingers tracing skin, repeating unholy commands.Sanctified by ritual,silenced by design,She mouthed forbidden prayers, confused by the shadowed shrine,Promised to a God she couldn’t name,Yet caught beneath the weight

Unsubscribed to HeavenA password forgotten, a faith left unsigned,Redemption now a service with terms well-defined.Heused to kneel in pews washed clean by doubt,Now he prays to a feed, lets the candles burnout.She sends digital prayers between two texts,Skipping sermons, justifying the rest.Scriptureappears with a notification ping,Confession has lag now, and hymns never sing.A cross worn

Trending in GazaThe news rolled in as static blight,A child’s scream beneath the drone at night,A mother lifts her shattered son,While somewhere else, the filters run.The headlines flare, the bodies pile,Attention flickers for a while,One city burned beneath the sky—The world swiped up and let it die.Feeds once seethed with searing grief,Yet war dissolved behind

Trumpets SoundBeneath the concrete skin of ancient cities,and far beyond the reach of prayers traded for peace,a tremor begins—deep in the roots where secrets rotand kings have buried the remains of their lost mistakes.It is not thunder,nor the shuffle of tectonic plates, but something older,colder—a warning groaned from the bedrock,a memory of violence pressed into

ThunderThe rumble begins beneath the surface,a pulse that crawls through marrow and stone,A deep, unhurried warning, the kind that shakes old bonesand gnaws at the unknown.It stirs in concrete foundations,in sleepless apartments where the brave pretend to rest,Vibrates through broken streetlights,finds its way into the pit of every chest.The air grows thicker,pulled tight between hush

Trending TraumaThis wound is currency if offered in public,Where agony thrives by algorithmic republic,Aches retouched to match the feed—Only the viralare guaranteed.A whispered hurt with angles set,Bruises filtered to silhouette.Pain worn for followers, stitched in rows,Each confession edited so the audience grows.A trauma turned to carousel,Click by click, another shell—Nothing private,nothing raw—Only what fits the