Poems

The Static Between Stations Part 1 The noise Between Stations Part 1Wake up in the gray, same cold airclock stuck on the wall, Stare at my face in the mirrorwaiting for the other shoe to fallCoffee scalds my tonguetoast is black but I swallow the gritSlip on the uniform, hit the road just another piece […]

The Static Between Stations Part 2 The noise Between Stations Part 2Every morning I wake with the same numb acheMouth full of old sleep and a stomach that starts to breakCrawling through the gray fog where the routine gets fedWhile the hunger for anything real is left for dead. I stare at the mirrorcounting every

The Sound of Windows Closing (2) The Sound of Windows ClosingI stacked my trust in you on a frame that couldn’t standWith every promise you madeI put another nail in my handTrusting your steady grip to hold the weightBelieving your words could keep out the cold and the fateYou said you’d never leave and I

The Sound of Windows Closing I built my trust in you on rotten woodStacked every promise high like you meant it for goodWatched your eyes turn from shelter to a warning signWaiting for heat, but you just drew a cold lineEvery morning you drifted further from the bedLeft your scent on the pillow, but nothing

The Shape of Absence in a Shouting Crowd They call the roll after all the rest, Picked lastshoulders tight in my chest, Hands reach pastno one fighting for me, Just a shrug and a spotall I’ll ever be.The shape of absence in a shouting crowdAlways the last one spoken out loud, Never the firstnever the

The Slow Weeping Verse 1 In the dim of evening spaceWhere wind moves across her faceHer eyes are dark like heavy seasSpeaking hurt with quiet ease.Chorus Can you hear the slow sad songDragging heavily along? In the beat of falling rainGhosts of love and ghosts of pain. Verse 2 With wings that shine like morning

The Nails Still Rusting in the Frame I swept the dust from cornersfound the rot in every boardHung my coat by the door of a house we couldn’t affordPainted over water damagehammered trust into crooked woodLaid down cheap promises, hoping they’d turn out good. The nails still rusting in the frameThe walls knowing exactly who

The Quiet Dark Verse 1 Underneath the pale white beamswhere the shadows grow, Your hand starts a heavy firea want that we both know. Speaking in the silencebreath upon my skin, Every word a triggerlet the night begin. Chorus Moving through the eveningheld inside your space, Every kiss a markerevery touch a trace. Caught within

The Lie with a Crooked Grin Another morning, another script—teeth showingkeep the world at bayI say “it’s all good” and hope they don’t see the grayJoke around the edges, hide the dead look in my eyesStacking smiles like cheap chips, betting on the lies. This is the lie with a crooked grinSaying I’m fine while

The Light That Never Touched the Floor There’s a shadow on the ceiling where your hand once almost layA laugh caught tight in the hallway that never found its wayPlans drawn on napkins, coffee stainsand midnight criesI built you into the silence where every feeling dies. The light that never touched the floorA door half-open,