Poems

Cancer Spreads – Heal My Soul (v5)TickTockTickTock I’m afraid The mirror doesn’t flinch when I peel back the dayIt shows what’s stayed too long under borrowed skinI learned the language of margins and biopsy inkWaiting rooms hum like engines that never lift off I count the hours by fluorescent buzz and paperworkBy the way fear […]

CTRL + Fear (RBH) x Every Villain Has an Origin Story (Mashup) They spoon-feed terror with every morning scroll,Fingers smudge glass while newsreels unroll—Every headline calibrated to spike a pulse,Veins flooded with death tolls, urgency convulsed. I was just a kid under blankets,screen glow burning a hole through the dark in my head,Found out early

Bring Them Home Four thousand miles and a satellite connection,and I know the voice but not the face direction,she says the kids are fine and winter came in hard,I say I am fine and keep the dark parts in the yard. Six more weeks they tell us, then they told us that before,and the rotation

Broken Promises From People Who Shouldve Known Better You said forever like it was a thing that had weight to it,Like the word had mass, like it was something I could press my hand againstAnd feel the pressure back — I was the fool who’d believe in it,Who’d lay the whole infrastructure of a life

Born Beautiful He didn’t earn it he didn’t work for the glowThat settled on him twenty-some years agoWhen whatever genetic lottery got spunAnd landed on him like the first morning sunHe was born beautiful and that was the startOf a life that moved different right from the heart Born beautiful born with the gift I

Borrowed HandsWho made whoWhoWhoWho made who I keep the screen lit like a vigil,knuckles cracked, coffee cold,eyes hot with that late-night hungerto make something that bites back. I feed it my scraps and my sermons,my dirt-under-nails metaphors,old notebooks that still smell like sweatand panic and cheap paper. It answers clean and fast—a stranger who already

Breakfast in Bed She said she wanted breakfast and I said me too,She said I am not talking about eggs, she said I am talking about you,Put your face between my legs and eat me like a meal,I said yes ma’am, pulled the covers back, and made her squeal. At eight AM on a morning

(Drake verse)Bonnie and Clyde We came out swinging, no half measures, no fake paper trailsIn this life we learned to disappearNever asking why, just keeping it real Every kiss a bullet fired headfirstEvery touch a rush we couldn’t outrunRide or die—we never learned to stopLove’s the only thing we never did wrong

Boomer Dismissal Catchphrase I caught the smirk before he spoke,that limp little grin lacquered with condescension meant to sand down every edge of what I’d just said,and he fired off that tired catchphrase he recycled whenever he felt youth snapping at his ankles,the same brittle quip polished over decades of sidestepping accountabilityHe wagged a finger

Bloodline Curse My grandfather died of it, my father is already showing signs,I’ve been watching the calendar, I’ve been reading the designs,Of inheritance written into protein and cell wall,The family history that hangs above us like a pall. The doctor drew a tree of us and noted which branch fell,And where the fault line in