Poems

Riot Switch You told me calm down every time my hands shook from the shove you just gaveTold me “be grateful you even got a spot” while you bent my back like it belonged in a shallow graveYou sat on my chest with a grin while I gasped through teeth and called it debateEvery protest […]

Rooms Never Entered, Beds Never Slept In I walk these halls of what might beDoors I never pushed open, fear kept mePictures of a life we almost hadEvery frame a promise that turned bad.Rooms never entered, beds never slept inLying awake with the ache of what we kept in“Almost” was the failure that dug in

Red Ink And Vanishing Acts She sits alone in a classroom that smells like dry erase and old wet coatsThe clock above the whiteboard dragging second hands across its groaning notesStacks of essays lean like tired brickwork on the desk where her elbows restEvery page a half-formed voice asking for attention she can’t give her

Red Letter On The Door Woke up to that crooked paper taped sideways on my doorRed ink screaming louder than the footsteps on the floorCoffee gone bitter in a cup from the night beforeFeels like this whole damn building wants me gone by four.Boss cut my hours with that soft little corporate grinTold me I

Razor Halo Broken You walked around like a holy terrorpreaching how you carried the weightWhile everyone else was just driftingcoasting on your wake, Meanwhile I hauled your trashcovered your tracks, lied till my tongue went numbWaiting for a thank you that was never gonna come. You played the savior while drinking us drythrowing shells down

Razors in the Cake Verse 1 Kitchen strung with paper from the dollar storeTape is peelingfalling to the floor. Cardboard letters hanging on a tiltCovering the corners of the guilt. Candles lined up on a store-brand squareSprinkles hiding cracks with extra care. Music from the phone is sounding thinTrying hard to hold the silence in.

Quiet Kid In The Static Quiet Kid In The noiseEvery crowded room feels like a platform where the train forgot to stopEvery loud mouth chewing all the air gets handed gold stars for breathing rightMy ID never finds its way into the roll calljust a smudge on the bottom of a page they never bother

Razor Flag Parade Verse 1 Banners line the Main Streetfloating in the skySuits are cutting ribbons while the clouds go drifting by. Marching band is wheezing out a patriotic hitParents filming shakily and clapping for a bit. Speeches pour like coffee that has turned a little coldSelling all the future that the town has bought

Pussy Power Plays Verse 1 Tight black lace and a split-second glanceHe thinks he’s boldbut he don’t stand a chance. I speak in moveshe stumbles through breath, One hand on my thighthe other near death. Verse 2 He talks real big till the lights go lowThen he folds like cash when I say so. He

Put Your Pants Back On, I’m Still Mad You walk out of the bathroom in nothing but socks and that crooked smilelike you’re the punchline to a joke I didn’t tellLast I checked we were screaming about dishes and the way you disappearnot looking for a hotel bellYou slide your hands around my waist from