Poems

Rise Above I can feel the bitter stingof another day spent wasted,dwelling on what has gone,tormented by tragedies lingering too long. I look out into the shadows left behind me,stare into the darkness,see the demons yet to find me,and cry out to the skyquestioning why it all went so wrong. My eyes are trapped within […]

Rising from Below From depths beneath, a shiver cold and grim.The chill of despair seeps through the wooden seams,a whisper in the dark, a shadowed hymnthat rises from belowand haunts our waking dreams. In dust and decay the sorrow finds its throne,a frozen touch from secrets left alone. In every creak, a voice of anguish

Rage Save your empty promisesand words that aren’t real.Forget the stupid adagesand claiming you know what I feel.You want to live my lifeand walk a mile in my shoes?Take it. You can have it.I’ll give it right to you. Fuck you and the condescending remarks you make.I can see through your masksand I know you’re

Refugee Trapped in the Now Every time I look around,I wonder how I’m still here,wandering the face of this earth,always going nowhere.Years have passed,and I still don’t knowwhy I’m still aliveand where I’m meant to go. I think back to early childhood.Sticking a fork in an electric socket,scolded by my mother.Growing older, struck by a

Pride’s FallUnder The Floorboards / 7DS On a precipice of vanity,in a castle of conceit,we demons of Fallrevel in our eternal feat. Each boast echoes through the halls–a haunting, bitter rhyme.A symphony of downfallplayed in the key of ego’s decline. Silhouettes against the hubris,blinding in the fading light.We dissect their pretense,exposing them to the night.

Psychodrama Schizophrenic echoes swirl within my mind.Voices from unknown places keep me intertwined.Anxiety’s grip tightens as I lie in bed,choking feelings, quaking through me. Dread. Mania bursts forth at the worst damn times.When sorrow should consume, I rise in chaotic climbs.Then depression drags me to my shadowed pit,haunted by the sins that within me sit.

Other Parts of Me I’ve been living for so long now,just fleeing from myself,that I’m afraid I’ve forgotten howto escape from this hell. My reflection is a shadowof what others want to see,a facade lacking love,not a reality. I’m not chasing rainbows.Not seeking a pot of gold.I’m not searching for answersor a way to escape

Patience’s SymphonyUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the throes of vengeancewhere tranquility quakes,we specters of forbearancenavigate the murk. Each tick of the clock an ordeal.Every sigh a cryptic hymn.I am Patience,dwelling in the marrow of grim optimism. The sorrow of Patienceunearthed within the calm,steering us softlythrough the winding corridors of consciousness. Amidst life’s tribulationswhere tempests

Nothing to Say I’m standing there before you,silence smothering the air.You’ve told me everything you felt,made it crystal clear.Somehow you don’t knowwhat’s inside my tired mind.I need to tell you somethingbefore we’re out of time. You say we just can’t communicate anymore.You have no ideawhat it is you’re waiting for.One hand on the doorknob,a pause,

Obscurity They are frivolous and noncommittal,humorous or morbid.Literary works strewn about and torn askew,left hanging like sideshow posters,promoting something —something that may be horrific or beautiful,laughable or depressing. Their torn edges and weathered surfacesresemble something.If I consider my meanings to be the window,the portal through which someone might glimpse my soul,then my words are the