Poems

Earthbound I knelt to scream,the ground beneath whispered, exhaled,its warmth seeped through,calling me, a story unveiled.Fingers clawing, digging deep,the dirt spoke soft and sweet,pressed my lips against the earth,its pulse beneath my feet. Swallowed soil,each grain a memory,each mouthful a call.It tasted of beginningsand the dusk of my downfall.I fill my mouthwith the grit of […]

Crawling Touch In the quiet shadows of my room,I unleash a secret swarm,tiny creatures crawl and loom,on my flesh they form a storm.Antennae graze, legs hold tight,each movement sharp and precise,on the edge of disgust and need,I find this living vice. Creeping sensations, skin my canvas,they dance in whispered trails,each touch a taboo, my craving

Divine Altar Beneath her body,I take my sacred place,face pressed to the altarwhere I worship her grace.Every breath a prayer,every touch a chant,in the folds of her warmth,I find the fervor I want. She rides the wavesof her own pleasure above,while I’m lost in the service,the labor of love.Ignored, unseen,but feeling every shift,her scent surrounds

Cosmic Rites In the dim twilight, my body stirs, awake,hands trace ancient paths,a sacred quake.Underneath the open sky,my body laid bare,whispered hymns mergewith the cold night air. I fuck with the fury of colliding stars,each motion a rite,breaking every bar.Orbiting ecstasy,I’m lost in the divine,murmuring to the heavensin every spine-arching line. Skin to sky, I’m

Cracks and Whispers With every step, a silent prayer,avoid the fractures in the road out there.Each crack a marker, a sin recounted,in asphalt scriptures,my faults mounted. A path rerouted, an obsession’s dance,evading numbersthat darken my trance.If my foot falls on a broken stone,a spit to cleanse the fault I own.Whispered names of those I’ve pained,echoing

Come Over Im Not Okay And Im Out Of Clean SpoonsCome Over I Am Not Okay And I Am Out Of Clean Spoons I type with one thumb, screen too bright for the pressure behind my eyes,dishes stacked like a barricade,the sink a skyline I pretend I cannot read.I write and delete three versions before

Cathedral of Contrasts My mind, a cathedralcaught in a hurricane’s rage,vaulted highs that scrape the stars,an impossible height.Galaxies hum in the veinsof my manic delight,a universe cracked openin the thrill of the flight. But as the tempest turns,so too does my fate,from euphoria’s pinnacleto a hollowed-out state. Under the rubble of my soaring spires,the silence

Candy for the Psych Ward King He sits on a throne made of pillbox lids,wearing socks on his hands like holy writs.A gown that drags through jelly-stained tiles,and a golden crownof tongue depressor smiles. He rules from Room Thirteen-and-a-Half,with a wand made from a broken graph.His scepter leaks syrupwhen the moonlight bends,and he speaks in

Break These Chains Caught in a maze of my own making,walls built high,foundation shaking.Every step, I’m closer to the flames,calling out to break these chains. Echoes bounce off these hollow halls,my voice a whisper whenever it calls.Through the cracks, my spirit strains,lost and pleadingto break these chains. In the silence, hear my cries,underneath these heavy

Breathless Trust Inside, my organs revolt,a silent scream,lungs lock up in a coldand suffocating dream.Gut wrenched tight, knotted with fear,metallic tastewhen the panic draws near. My heart skips, a beat misplaced,in the rhythm of a race it never chased.They say breathe,but the air feels thin,trapped in a cycle I can’t win. Jaw clenched tight, vision