Poems

Her Perfume Hit Her perfume hit like a throat punch of sin,and I knew I was fucked before we even began.She wore latex like a second skin of war,had a tongue like fire and knees on the floor.Said “this ain’t love, it’s a motherfuckin’ sport.”

HR Won’t Help You Here You want to know how to file a complaint,you want to know the process and the quaintform you fill out in the system online.You want to know the policy and the lineyou call for information about your rights,you want to know who manages the fightsbetween the employee and the thing

Fury in the Silence I’ve been down to the crossroads, found my way through the dark,a twisted reflection, leaving a permanent mark.My mind’s a cage, but the key’s long gone,the devil’s whispering, “You’ve been here too long.” I dance in the shadows, I twist in the flames,chasing illusions, but I never feel sane.Every step I

Fury’s Flash In the heated haze, hearts hammer,hurried, haunted, a hellish clamor.Moments mesh, melding minds,maddening murmurs, the mayhem finds. Frantic feelings fiercely flung,forged in fire, the fervent stung.Passions pique, peak, prevail,in the inferno’s impulse, we impale. Heat of the moment, high and hellish,hasty heartbeats, harsh and selfish.In the fevered frenzy, fast we fall,to the burning

Fury With a Face My fury has a face now and the face is the documented,the named and the evidenced and the fully concentratedexpression of the anger at the real and the concrete,and fury with a face is what I have and how I feel complete. Not the abstract and the general and the free-floating

Fury in the Hearth I am the fire that burns through the cold,the strength in the silence, the heart so bold.I guard the warmth, the hearth, the home,with claws that are sharp, and a spirit that roams.Don’t test the mother, don’t cross the line,I protect what’s mine, I stand the test of time.A love so

Frozen Fingers The white keys are teeth within a rotted boneThe whiskey is a poison and the winter air is loneI strike the wood with fingers which have lost the power to feelI never knew the vacancy was made of fucking steelThe potter turned the wheel and left a fissure in the bowlI’m pouring out

Full-Throttle Heart Your soul that is life-fuel, fire, and hurricane,hitting me like a blacktop sunrise after too many nights chewing graveland regretI want you rough and holy, storm-eyed and grinning,teeth bared at the world,a dangerous mercy in the cracks of your knucklesI taste your laughter on my lips, smoke and whiskey and something green,a wildness

Fury Forged Cursed currents clash in the caustic clash of titans,bitter battles born beneath brooding blackened skies.Heroes hollowed, hallowed by harsh histories,winds whisper woes where the wild things rise. Pallid princes plot with poison-tipped pens,faltering faiths fold, flounder, then fend.Grim grudges grip the guts of the ghastly,ashes ascend, aerial and vastly. Silent storms surge, secrets

Fistful of Anger Fistful of anger, let out a cry,shadows of doubt trying to hold her down.One more step, never turning around,break these chains, yeah, break them now. Scream it loud, won’t be kept down,burning fire in her soul.Break these chains, let it go,no more tears, no more lies. Broken mirrors, shattered skies,cut the ropes,