Poems

3 Piece Lunacy Morning polish on my teeth,my skin pulled tight around a hollow mannequin grinthat fits this tailored suit too well.Cards on the table, cards in my pocket,little white tombstones stacked with namesI want to watch go still. Every compliment sticks to my face like tapewhile my mind rearranges furniture, bodies, plastic,and a very […]

Wet Between WorldsI woke soaked in sweat and cum, hips still twitching from the ghost of her gripShe only visits in the blackout hours—skin made of heat, voice like sinShe rides like a secret you never confess, mouth dripping promises and smokeHer eyes change colors depending on how bad I want herShe never speaks, just

It’s twelve minutes after 11, did you already make your wish? I stand in a kitchen that hums like a sick lung while the envelopes glare like a dirty dish, I press a palm to the counter that holds the weight better than I do, listen to the water knock in the pipes like a

Waiting Out the Storm (Motley Crue Style)She said wait and I’ve been waiting like a promiseShe said wait and I’ve been holding every warmestThought I’ve got about the thing that’s coming nextAbout the night ahead written in the textOf everything she does and everything she’s saidThe waiting is alive inside my headWaiting out the storm,

The Haunted ClockIn a parlor richly kept, stands a clock where shadows crept, Telling time with eerie chime, haunted by the curse of time.Once a timepiece grand and bright, now a source of endless fright, the clock ticks with ghostly light.Hands that move with ghostly grace, shifting time in haunted space, Whispers rise with every

The Witching Hour” The clock strikes twelve, the world stands still,A shiver runs up your spine, against your will.The shadows twist and the whispers grow,Welcome to the night where the cursed things show.The house on the hill, the eyes that see,It knows your name, it wants you to bleed.Step into the dark, there’s no way

The First Time We Parted (Acoustic Pop Ballad) Empty streets, a city asleepNo one else around, just memories we keepThe air hangs thick, with unspoken wordsEach echoing goodbye, like a flock of startled birds The streetlights flicker, casting long shadowsGhosts of laughter dance, in the empty meadowsA gentle breeze whispers, through the barren treesCarrying your

The First Time I Made a Public SpeechUpon the precipice of fate we stand,Words poised delicely, awaiting command;In the hush of anticipion, a silent band.A fabric of emotions woven tight,Threads of courage interlaced with fright;A symphony of thoughts taking flight.The stage aglow, a beacon in the night,As shadows dance in the flickering light;An epic tale

The First Time I tended a WeddingQurainDresses, vows, love’s perfect scene,I choked on cake, turned green.Romance thick, the air sweet,Stuck the singles’ table, retre.

The First Time I Felt Peace with MyselfPantoumIn quiet solitude, I found my release,Past regrets and fears began to cease,Reflections in the water, a gentle peace,As self-acceptance finally increased.