Poems

Her Goodbye Was a Loaded ThingShe wore grief like silk, tight across her skinSaid goodbye like a promise she’d break againEyes full of storms she never let touch landI kissed her like I owed her my scarsThought loving her hard would bend the barsBut she was born to vanish–smoke in my hands Her goodbye was […]

Haunted by Her TouchI saw her standing in the moonlight, eyes burning with a twisted delightHer cold hands reached for me, pulling me into the nightThe air grew thick, the silence screamed, a haunting melodyHer touch, her voice, they’re all I need to see The shadows wrap around my throat, her whispers take controlEach step

Heart of StoneIn the darkness, I feel the cold, a shiver down my spineThere’s something lurking deep inside, a beast that calls to mineShadows crawl across my soul, it’s never ending nightI hear it whisper in my ear, “Come on, join the fight”Crawling through the hollow streets, I find the devil’s lairEvery step I take,

Green Is The Ugliest ColorHe tells you that he’s happy for youStraight to your face, means about a thirdThe rest he buries in his chestWhere it ferments like something left to rotYour promotion hit him like a cold front moving throughHe smiled — God, he smiled so well —Then went home and stared at the

Haunted HeartIn the midnight hour, she calls my nameA twisted lover, playing her wicked gameHer heart is haunted, her soul is coldBut she’s the one I can’t let go Haunted heart, lost in the pastShe’s a ghost, but I’m bound to lastHer touch is poison, but I need the stingHaunted heart, forever my king She

Ghosts of YesterdayI watched it all fade, slip through my handsThe echoes of us, scattered like sandThe streets are empty, but I still hear the soundOf the dreams we built, now buried underground Ghosts of yesterday, haunting my soulWe were fire, but now we’re coldGhosts of yesterday, fading awayI’m stuck in the past, with nothing

Goodbye to the Last of MeI watched the sun choke in its own red breathSky cracked open like a busted chestThe streets wore ash like second skinAnd the world just caved the fuck right in We built our gods out of gasolineLit the match and torched the machineI had your picture in my coatBut the

Faded ScentMorning came in sideways through the blind,hit the pillow where her head had been,and the room held everything she’d left behind —the particular residue of a night betweentwo people who burned the careful distance downand left this wreckage, this specific warmth,this evidence that can’t be written downbut saturates the air from south to north.Her

Fallen AngelsIn the shadows, they whisper my nameFallen angels, lost in the flameTheir wings are broken, their souls betrayedBut still they rise, though they’ve decayed Fallen angels, they can’t be savedLost in the darkness, no grave to paveTheir cries echo, the sky turns blackFallen angels, never turning back They once held power, they once had

Faded GraffitiWe grew up in a city that forgot our nameThe walls were cracked, but we played the gameOur hearts were rusted, but we tried to standHolding love in the palm of a broken hand The streets were cold, but we felt the heatThe fire of anger beneath our feetMy father’s fists like the city’s