Poems

Gaps in the Dialogue I start to speak, the room’s all ears,but words slip slip through the cracks of my fears.Mid-thought, mid-breath,the lines just van vanish,a script dissolved,leaving me to languish. Stut stutters steal the show,unexpected actors,my tongue ties itselfin unsought chapters.I’m scrambling for the the the thread,the plot I lost,each pause a chasm,each silence […]

Ghost Cradle I walked past that crib,felt the world pull down,my body remembered a loss,a gown never worn.The room spun,echoes of a life that never was,my milk dried uplike rivers in the dust. Those lullabies cut through,sharper than glass,each note a reminderof what couldn’t last.I fold these tiny clothes,each fold a silent weep,laid down in

Fraying Edges Fraying edges of a worn-out soul,tearing seams from a once-whole.I’m unraveling, losing control,in the fraying edges, find my role. Stitch by stitch, the fabric tears,each threadbare strand a tale of scares.In the fraying edges, life comparesto a patchwork of unending snares. If you find me here,caught in the fray,pull me out, lead the

Five Pills a Day Keeps Me This Way I take the blue one when I wake,to keep the dawn from feeling fake.Then the white one right at noon,to dull the ache that comes too soon. The green one tastes like TV snow,makes the world seem less of a show.I wash it down with silent tea,and

Fractured Hours I count the secondsslipping through my grasp,each tick a mystery,each tock a mask.Find sketches in my room I didn’t sketch,messages sent from fingers not mine yet. In the mirror, who is this I see?Shards of a lifeI swear used to be me.Lost in the foldsof time I didn’t spend,wearing clothes to a partyI

Finding Sanity Needle in a haystack,searching for a fact.Sanity’s slipping fastin your twisted grasp. Lost in the noise haze,trying to find my way.Words twist and turnevery step I take. Mind’s a maze, no road.Heart’s heavy like a load.Truths melt and fadein this endless charade. Eyes dart, shadows dance,caught in this cruel trance.Lies become my homein

Fingers of the Thief In the shadows of the marketplace,where whispers dress the air,I’m the ghost slipping silently,a specter of the dare.Chapsticks, trinkets, earrings,lost in the clutch of greed,it’s not the shine of the taken–it’s the rush that I need. I exist in the grip,in the silent cheer of theft,in the heartbeat skip,when I’m deft.It’s

Even Numbers I’m counting out my pleasurein a sequence, laid so bare,odd numbers leave me hanging,incomplete and in despair.Every touch, a calculation,symmetry must reign,double down on ecstasyto balance out the pain. I moan like math,in rhythms laid so precise,seeking even endingsin the grip of my vice.If I climax once,the second must ensue,can’t bear the thought

Find My Mind Scattered thoughtslike pages torn from a book,windswept corners of the worldwhere I look.Chasing whispers,fragments I can’t align,somewhere on this journey,I hope to find my mind. I danced with delusionson streets paved with dreams,fleeting glimpses of clarity,or so it seems.Every stranger’s glance,a mirror to my plight,reflections in the glass,fading into night. Find my

Emotional Overdrive Love’s a potion,sip it and I spin around.I send a hundred texts,watch the ticks resound.Each ignored vibrationcuts a deeper slice,in your silence,my heart’s enticed. I want to burrowinto the cave of your ribs,live in the beats,where no one else intrudes or fibs.I don’t just date, I consume every part,you’re the feast,and I’m starving