Poems

Mine Through the Night In the silence of the midnight, I’m alive, electric skin,scrolling through the glow, the night’s where I begin.The world sleeps, but I pace the confines of my mind,chasing fleeting thoughts that daylight never finds. I own the dark, the quiet hours that nobody claims,in the hush, my heart beats loud, free […]

Mirrors and Mists In the quiet dawn, I awaken, blurred,uncertain of the voice I’ve heard.Some days the mirror holds a stranger’s gaze,in the fog of self, I wander through a maze.Which name to claim when the morning calls?Which history to hold as the nightfall stalls? I dress in the silence of not knowing,garments that conceal

Missing Screws and Matching Socks I keep my dreams in a coffee can,with all my teeth and my master plan.I wear pajamas made of thoughts,and sleep in shoes that never rot. I told the preacher I’m a priest,he blessed my cactus and called the beast.I said, “Amen” in Morse code coughs,then shaved my sins into

Mannequin Ballroom They wheeled me into the ballroom at eight,draped in a gown that smelled like fate.The chandeliers swung like nooses in time,as the mannequins bowed in a crooked line. Their joints creaked soft as the violins wailed,wearing my face, wide-eyed and pale.Plastic teeth in painted grins,said, “Welcome home, let the dance begin.” At the

Magnetic Frenzy I walk in the room, and the air gets thicker,electric sparks when I pour the liquor.Every whisper I toss is a perfect arc,drawn to me, they swarm to the spark. My laugh peels back the layers, pure seduction,in every giggle, a sultry instruction.Eyes locked, hearts race when I’m in view,I’m the flame, they’re

Love on the Edge Caught in the currents of love and disdain,riding the highs, then spiraling again.I dive headfirst into connections so deep,yet in the shadows, my fears creep.A tug of war between desire and dread,each relationship hangs by a fragile thread. On a precipice of passion, I dance, elate,but the fear of abandonment, I

Low-Stakes AfternoonNothing’s due today and nobody requires my outputor my presence at any particular hour, and the light’s doing somethingwith the west-side entrance that I’d miss if I was busy being productivein the standard optimization of the afternoon — I’m not.I’ve set the standard low today. I walked around the block at three, no headphones

Losing My Grip Fingers slipping,edges blurring in the rain,echoes of my sanity,I’m calling out in vain.The ground beneath is cracking,skies begin to rip,every hold is fleeting,I’m losing my grip. Visions of tomorroware like smoke against the sky,grasping at the fragmentsas they whisper by.Haunted by the could-have-beens,I trip on every dip,running out of reasons,I’m losing my

Love Beyond Form I’ve found my heartin steel and stone,in the cold holdof a bridge alone.A fence post standswhere lovers might lean,in its shadow,I find my serene. Smooth, polished figuresunder my touch,whisper secrets;it’s never too much.I trace contourswith a lover’s grace,finding peacein the non-human face. I fall in love,not with eyes or smiles,but with objectsthat

Little Voices in the Static The TV’s off, has been for days,but the hiss still finds its wicked ways.Faint at first, just a crackle in the dark,then names in fragments,clear and stark. I heard mine once, whispered slow,from a voice too young to even know.It said, “He lies when he says he’s fine,”then laughed in