Poems

The first time I felt like I didn’t belong,I was too young to understand the weight of it,But I knew—deep down,That something in me didn’t fit the mold they gave me.I played the part, wore the smiles they expected,But inside, I felt the cracks begin to form.They told me I was enough,But I never believed […]

The first time I felt the weight of the world on my chest,I thought it was something I could outrun.But now I know, it’s been chasing me for years—An echo of exhaustion, following every step.I’m falling behind, and I can’t seem to keep up.

That someday, true love’s magic, I’ll finally achieve Followed the recipe to the letter, not a step I did I miss. “Foolproof,”it boasted, printed in bold, a challenge I couldn’t resist. But confidence soon turned to doubt, as the batter wouldn’t rise an inch, just sat there like a thick gray mist. The first time

The first time I admitted I was lost,It felt like defeat,But now I see it’s the truth I’ve been avoiding.The race I’m in, it’s not one I can win.I’m falling behind, watching as life passes me by.Falling behind the echo of who I used to beat,I’m chasing a version of me I can’t see.The weight

The first time I looked into your eyesI saw a world I didn’t recognizeSomething deeper, something pureIn your gaze, I found a cureYour eyes held stories, I wanted to knowThe longer I looked, the deeper I’d goNo turning back, I was caught in your lightThe first time you looked, it felt so rightFirst time in

He somehow seems to vanish,As night gives way to day,You sense him near, and know heat’s there,Yet he slips away.They say heat’s a healer,Capable of mending all,Yet we squander his gift,And he fades before the call.To the young, heat’s but a relative,An unknown face, a distant view,But the old watch him closely,As their endings come

Feel the weight of time as it sways aboveA dance with death, devoid of hope or lovePerilous promise, the pendulum swaysIn the midnight’s mournful blues, we find our waysEach second slips through the ghostly hazeIn the pendulum’s promise, our hope decaysIn the stillness of the night, shadows creep and crawl

Every TimeEvery time the pattern repeats it adds to the record,Every time the outcome is the same the evidence is structured,Into the comprehensive and the undeniable case,And every time is the evidence I put in front of your face.I have been witnessing every time for years and years of run,Every time the mechanism fires and

Every dream I had was just waiting to unfold,Every step I take, I’m breaking the mold.From the streets to the palace, it’s all in my grasp,I’ll take it all in stride, with no need to ask.I’m not a hero, I’m a force you can’t ignore,With each move I make, I’ll leave you wanting more.In a

Every Hour After Midnight Bites Tried to drown your ghost in the neon,Barstool bruises, cheap whiskey’s cold kiss,Every joke from a stranger’s a weapon,Every laugh’s just another thing I miss.They want me to flirt, to forget how you left,But the memory’s sharp in my drink,I dance with regret, my pockets are heavy,The night’s got a