Poems

White Lines On The Guardrail End of another twelve where the hallway smelled like bleach and metal and fearHands still pressed with the imprint of glovesmask crease dug into her earScrubs stained with a coffee she never finished and a tag turned aroundShe walks out through automatic doors that hiss like they’re tired of the […]

When The Quiet Kids Riot They sat us in the back row all through schoolTold us we were bright but weird, Great in a pinchNot front row material, Not the ones they cheeredWe fixed their group projects, wrote their reportsstayed late in empty hallsThen watched them strut on front in fresh clothes while our shirts

When You Finally Fall I have watched you win for so long that my hate aged with youlines cut deep across my skullFrom kids on bikes to grown men on stagesevery era of your life built on chances that bypassed me like a rigged pullEvery job, every loverevery seat saved at every table while I

What We Do With Our Hands Some folks kneel by a bed at night and whisper to a name that steadies them when everything feels thin as threadSome light incense, some light candlessome just stare at the ceiling and talk to the dark like it’s the only thing big enough to hold the dreadSome people

When Giants Fade Into Shadows Hands that hammered iron now shake holding a spoonEyes that saw everything are staring at the moonHe drags his feet on the floorboards that he laidWatching the strongest thing I know begin to fade.When the giant shrinks down to the size of a manI hold the water glass, I do

We’re All Somebody’s Last Fucking Hope There is a kid on the bus clutching a backpack like it holds the only thing keeping them from disappearing into the floorEyes red, hoodie up, headphones instaring straight ahead at nothingwhile everyone else scrolls or snoresYou catch one glimpse of their hands, see the shakesee the way they

What Remains After Promises Rot I believed the ground would hold, I let the guard dropYou held out your hands and told the worry to stopLetting your sentences build a shelter against the coldA structure of comfort I thought would never get old. But the weight of those empty words is heavier than leadPromises hanging

We Drag Each Other Back Verse 1Everybody in this town tells ghost storiesurban legends, cautionary talesNone of them ever talk about the ones who return from whatever eats kids and teens in the nightYou and your crew make a different rulecarved in cheap rings and scribbled in notebooksNo one gets left behind in woods, labs,

Weirdo Weather Your moods roll in like roadside storms that were not on the forecastblue sky at breakfast and apocalypse eyes before noon turns the cornerYou wake up humming some dumb pop hook while making pancakesthen halfway through the batch you go quieta siren screaming warning of disorderYou keep apologizing for every shiftlike clouds feel

Walking to the Finish Line Verse 1Sun… on… my… face… just… drifting… slow…Hands… in… my… pockets… with… nowhere… to… go…Clouds… rolling… lazy… across… a… wide… blue… sky…Not… chasing… nothing… I’m… just… letting… it… slide…Verse 2Shoes… kicked… up… feet… on… the… dash…No… need… for… hurry… I’m… not… burning… cash…Laugh… at… the… worries… blowing… right… on… by…Friends…