Poems

Edge of the Abyss In the shadows of my mind,twisted thoughts begin to play,memories crack like glass,fragments swept away.Each moment stretches,warped by time,a chilling silent scream,living on this jagged edge,where nightmares bleed into dreams. No rest in the darkness,where the mind refuses peace,compulsions grip like chains,and all the trembling never ceases.At the precipice of madness,where […]

Embers and Ash With every strike, a spark ignites,a tiny sun against the night.Match heads blaze, a brief fierce light,a pyro’s touch that feels just right.Wax drips slow, a scalding kiss,upon my skin, can’t resist this bliss,in the heat, I find my truth,in the flare of youth,no need for proof. I dream in fire, bold

Edge of Control Locked in the rhythm,a dance on the brink,I play on the edge,but I never let it sink.Thighs tremble,pulse races in the dark,teasing the climax,but I never hit the mark. Each stroke a whisper,every halt a scream,balancing on the linebetween the real and the dream.I crave the pressure,the unyielding hold,in the space of

Echoes of the Battle I walk through life with a soldier’s stance,eyes wide, head high,in a constant dance.Fireworks crack like a sniper’s call,I flinch, I falter,but I never fall. Walls at my back in every room,restaurants feel like a tactical zoom.Crowds are a field where shadows play,I search for dangers that never stray. Every pop,

Echoes of Skid Row Through the din of the city,their whispers break through,ghosts of the gutters,their tales retold anew.As I sit to eat,they gather unseen,voices of the vanished,narrating the in-between. They scream in the rustleof the papers I discard,a chorus of the damned,life forever marred.Coins laid on the sill,offerings to appease,by morning they’re gone,stolen by

Echoes of a Stranger Woke up on streetsthat don’t know my steps,dressed in a life that’s not mine,I’m bereft.Checking the pockets of a borrowed fate,no clues, just questions,and a date that’s too late. A name flashes on a screen,it’s not who I am,I follow the echoes,but they fade like a scam.Walking through a lifewhere shadows

Echoes in the Halls Step through these doors,the air chills to the bone,the smell of antiseptic,on this fear, I’m overthrown.White walls whisper tales,echoes of despair,ghosts in every corner,floating through the sterile air. In every corridor,I hear the echoes call,in the beep of machines,in the shadowed hall.Hospitals hold the endings,stitched with silent cries,where the bright lights

Echoes of Forever In the whisper of twilight,beneath the covered sky,I found her gaze,a familiar mystery to unwind.Her laughter a melody,played in lifetimes before,in the dance of the ancients,along the farthest shore. I know her bones, her breath, her fight,we’ve burned as stars lost in the night.In her eyes, the worlds we’ve roamed,she’s my echo,

Echo of My Existence Mirrors lie, but the echo holds truth,in the quiver of tones,my proof of proof.I narrate each step,a whisper beneath breath,for in the rhythm of speech,I fend off the specter of death.My reflection, a stranger,a ghost in glass,but in every word spoken,I anchor my past. Silence, a void too stark, too crude,an

Duct Tape Wedding Dress She made her veil from hospital sheets,and dragged it through the bloodstained streets.Her heels were wrapped in bandage bows,and her bouquet hissed when it chose. She carved her vows in lipstick red,on a clipboard stolen from the dead.She whispered “yes” to an empty chair,then kissed a scalpel in the air. In