Poems

Beacon of the DamnedTower of ghosts, whispering cold, waves gnaw the bones of the stories it holds,Storms have stripped its light away, left it blind where the lost ones lay,Rust-worn stairs wind tight like veins, spirals sinking into pain,Footsteps echo, no one’s there—just the wind with a hollow stare.Windows cracked like shattered teeth, salt-soaked wood […]

Blood for the TopRaised on rot and fed on prideLearned to kiss the ring and hide the knife insideHe was bred to rule, not built to feelSigned his soul in war-torn steelBurned the books that dared to teachCut out tongues that tried to preachCalled it order, called it peaceBut the graveyard grew with every speechBlood

All the Speed in Their VeinsI’ve seen the way the world sprints past, its heels grinding gravel into dust,How every day the sun hauls itself up, clawing gold across their perfect skin,And I’m left standing still in a puddle of my own goddamn shadow,Glued to this pch of reality while everyone else has already made

Song 2″Jackpot”JackpotHit the jackpot, in your fuckin’ eyes,Love’s a gamble, no surprise.Roll the dice, take the spin,Fuckin’ high, let’s begin.You’re the prize, in this wild game,Fuckin’ hot, callin’ my name.Jackpot hit, in this lustful night,Fuckin’ hard, feels so right.Jackpot, fuckin’ high stakes,Love’s wild game, till it breaks.Roll the dice, win or lose,Fuckin’ jackpot, what we

Title: All That Fell in Mexico CityVerse 1Classrooms shook apart at morning, walls collapsing in a sigh,Chalk dust swirling with the sunlight, screams beneath a shattered sky.Small hands grasped for open air, desks and crayons swept aside,Blackboards snapped and ceilings vanished, teachers counting every child.Towers leaned and streets convulsed, the churches wept with groaning stone,Parents

Your Pretty CageThe attic creaks with secrets it will trade for stillness —dolls frozen in porcelain, mouths screaming without sound,poses locked mid-dream from some long-expired afternoon. She was called Clara. She vanished in lace and bloodstained white.Daddy claimed she ran. Mama drank until she couldn’t see.But the dolls kept coming — each one wearing her

[Table for the Living]Table for the Living We set the table like survivors reaching for spoons after a storm,hands learning ceremony with the careful economics of hunger and grace.I slice bread and measure its yield like a man counting favors—each loaf a small record of common sense and appetite’s truth.You pour cheap wine, honest, its

Wrong Turn, Right WomanI was headed somewhere sensible, somewhere clean—early mornings, responsible routine,the whole sensible architecture of a lifelaid out in straight lines and good decisions. And then she appeared at the intersectionwearing next to nothing. I jerked the wheel so hardI cracked the windshield of my meaning. She leaned against her car,arms crossed beneath

Wrath Of The Reasonable ManHe doesn’t flip tables.Doesn’t scream at the sky.Has never put his fist through anything. He just gets very quiet —in a way that makes the roomadjust its breathing. Twenty years of swallowingevery slight,every dismissal,every backdoor decisionmade in rooms he helped buildand was never invited to enter. Now the quiet has a

Words They Won’t Print I want to fuck you in the language we’re not supposed to useThe dirty words our mothers washed out with soapI want to say cunt and mean it as worshipAs the holiest word I know for what I want to destroy myself insideYou make me want to speak in profanityIn the