Poems

Fragments of Yesterday There’s a box in the cornerwhere the light barely reaches.You’ve passed it a hundred times,let it gather dust,hoping sealed meant gone. Today your fingers find it.Trembling as they lift the lid,knowing what’s insideisn’t just old sketches–it’s you.The version you buried. An old sketchbook. Pages yellowed.Cover cracked like dry skin.Heavier than it looks,not […]

Fly Away I want my mind to wander somewhereI’ve never seen–a place tuckedinside someone else’s dream,where light falls through the vinesand the world outside goes quiet. I’d take your shadowsand blend them with my own.Let your ghosts move in.They’d feel at home with mine. There must be a placewhere dreams walk freely,where angels and demonssit

For Me I lost my grip on the golden ring–the one thing that held meaning,the one thing I was reaching forwhile everything else slipped through. I tried so hard to impressthat I lost sight of what I do best.Caught up in conforming,I traded pieces of myselffor approval I never even wanted. I don’t need to

First Hunt Silence.Not a single sound–all is lost if feet hit ground. Stalking prey. Tomorrow’s feast.Patience now. Slay the beast. There’s hunger in the homesand they’re counting on me,a novice in the wood linewith cold metal in my hand,learning the only languagethat survival understands. Listen–I hear it breathing.Nothing profound about the sound,just the rise and

Famine’s LamentUnder The Floorboards / 7DS Famine’s reign descendsin an icy grasp.Souls rendered vacant,an echoing chasm. Skies turn gray.The land runs dry.Hope turns to ashwith a tearful goodbye. Bellies distendbeneath the hollow sun.Mothers clutch childrenwhose crying is done. The earth cracks open,parched and bare.Even the wormshave abandoned their lair. We feast on the fasting,drink from

Father He vanishes the way night does–you know it’s leaving,you watch it go,and still the morning catches you off guard. They say he heals everything.Mends what’s broken, smoothswhat’s rough, fills inthe cracks we can’t reach.But we waste him.Burn through him like he’s endless,then panic when the balance drops. To the young, he’s nobody.A face in

Envy’s FeastUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the grip of twilightwhere shadows twist and turn,we demons of Agonywatch desires darkly burn. Each stolen glance a torment,each wish a twisted curse.We fuel the gnawing hunger,the longing turned to worse. Desperate hands reach outfor dreams they’ll never hold.With sadistic glee we shatter,let the pieces take their toll.

Everything Wipe the ashes from your shoulder.I know you’ve faced your share of hell,left your dreams along the roadsidelike luggage you were tired of carrying. I only wanted to see you smile–not the polite one, the real one,the one that reaches your eyesand stays there like it belongs. You only wanted to feel free. And

Famine’s Lament Icy grasp, Famine’s reign —souls left vacant,an echoing chasmwhere the living used to be. We are the void that swallows all.In Famine’s hold, existence dwindles. Skies gone gray, the land run dry,hope turned to ashwith a tearful goodbye. We are the hunger,endless, craving,consuming allwith an insatiable bite. Icy grasp, Famine’s reign —we are

Edge of Madness Somewhere out in the darkest night,madness lies in wait–not the raving kind, not the kindthey lock away, but the kindthat hums under everything,quiet as a pulse. I’ve been called genius. I’ve been called fool.But the label that stuck, the onethat felt like someone finally readthe fine print of me,came from a friend