Poems

The Last FlameThe fire’s burning out, but the heat still feels the sameAshes fill the air, nothing left but the painThe world’s decaying slow, but we’re caught in the flameHolding on to a dream that’s broken, but we’re still to blame And the last flame flickers in the nightA burning truth, we can’t outrun the […]

The Last Graffiti My name is Alex Rivera, and in the dead of night, under the harsh glow of city lights that never seem to sleep, I prepare for my final act of rebellion. The city sprawls around me like a beast wounded by its own greed, a concrete jungle where art is but a

The Last Dance of SinnersThe lights are dim and the floor is stainedA crowd of sinners, all derangedWe’re stepping in blood, no way to be savedThe last dance of sinners, no souls to be saved Spin the wheel of fate, watch it fallThe last dance of sinners, hear the callThe fire’s rising, but it’s never

The Heart of AshIn the city’s heart, we stood and fellA place where love and fear collideWe whispered lies we couldn’t tellAnd hid the truths we had to hideBut every flame burns into ashAnd every word becomes a scar The nights grew long, the days too harshWe wandered streets with bleeding heartsOur hands were warm,

The Heart of the City It was late autumn, and the city was cloaked in a chill that seeped through the cracks of its glistening facade. The streets above thrummed with a relentless, restless energy, a cacophony of sounds and lights that belied the darkness hidden below. I, Jonah Cole, was drawn to that darkness,

The Haunting Echo In the echoes of a haunted house, where silence reigns and shadows douseHaunted by whispers that yearn In the abyss where darkness lies, sanity diesVoices whisper in the night, filling the soul with endless fright Walls close in with a suffocating grip, thoughts scatter and begin to slipEyes dart wildly through the

The Fires GoneThe Fire’s Gone We once burned with a fury, a force like no otherBut the flames died down, now it’s just me and no one to coverThe heat is gone, the ashes are coldThe love we had, turned into something so old The fire’s gone, nothing left to igniteWe’re just memories in the

The Corrosion Within I want you to imagine a city that thrums with ambition and greed, where the pulse of progress beats loudly above and the echoes of resistance murmur below. My name is Jordan Hale, and I’ve seen the city’s underbelly like few others, from its secret hideaways to its most hidden factions. This

The Distance Between Us NowIt wasn’t a fight—there’s no clean story to this, The distance between us: bridgeable. In time.

Take Me BackI found your sweater on the chair where you left it in a hurry,and it felt like a quiet hand still resting on the roomI read our old messages like a map drawn by a better draft of me,and every line points back to what I couldn’t sayI kept acting brave with my