Poems

Into The Darkness A spectacle at last. Performers in their places,the scene set, shadows circling. I stepped in like I owned it—indifferent, immortal, bored with the whole charade. Eliminate the weak. Let chaos run.Why should these fools star in my play? Then they struck me.And I bled. That wasn’t supposed to happen.Demons don’t bleed. This […]

Knocking at my Door Something creeps in tonight.A memory dressed as a spirit,hidden from the light,invisible to anyone but me. I don’t know whether to open the dooror cross myself and hide.They always come knockingwhen no one else is around. A voice just out of sightwakes me from dreams I was barely holding.I squeeze my

Letter to a Future Love Are you frustrated with me yet?I’m frustrated with me. I know I go quiet.I know I seem far away,like I’ve checked outwhen really I’m just tryingto figure out where you fitand whether I still knowhow to hold somethingwithout breaking it. Love is a skill I let rust.It got brittle. Damaged.But

In Me I am not ashamed—that’s what I tell you.That’s what I tell myself. The mistakes made me. The wasted tearssharpened something. The blood I’ve tasted,the foolish choices, the restless nights—call me whatever you want.It won’t change a thing. I’m not ashamed to lie when it serves a purpose.Not ashamed to force the smile,play the

Insomnia – Acrostic Sleepless nights and cold endless daysLinger restlessly inside my skullInterrupting what should be the sweetest dreamsPeace and calm refused Perhaps the nightmares are trying to warn meInterventions sent from my own hellNudging me toward something I can’t nameGuidance wrapped in dread I can’t keep going on like thisNor can I find a

I’ll Quit Again The infection hasn’t stalled yet.It courses through me still—doubt propped up on a pedestal,backlit with the glow of regret. I am the architect of my own undoing.Stagnant mind, borrowed time,living off habits I stopped fightingsomewhere around the hundredth try. White tendrils leave my lipsand dissolve into nothing.Carbon monoxide pirouettes nearby.Brown stains on

IDK Shadows of the past spread out in front of meand the voices haven’t stopped whispering. A rosary wrapped around an old dry hand.The mysteries we were never meant to crack.You told me prayers get answered—sometimes the answer is just no. I prayed.Wings of gold and pearl, some saviorto show me how to survive this.Did

I Can Own The Land He walks his acres three times a year,checks the gates, the walls, the fences—everything his grandfather tookand he inherited like gospel. He says he owns it.The dirt, the sky, the air itself. I stood in my own yard once,looking past the cluttered mess,past fences that cut the sea from view,holding

I Want Let me sink into you tonight.Let me show you what stirsin the parts of me you haven’t met yet. I want to be the thing that makes your heart skip—the breathless reason,the sweat on your skin,the tension in every nerve. But I want more than that. I want to be the darkness that

Humility’s DespairUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the cold, hollow cornerswhere pride casts its haunting shadow,we are the spectral whispers of virtuecloaked in crimson dusk. Each footstep a soft echoin the chilling silence.Each utterance a hymn in the gloom.I am Humility–your guide through this sepulchral journey. Confronted with vanity’s monstrous facadewhere arrogance engulfs the soul,we