Poems

Moon Never Judges My Tears Verse 1Side streets hum under buzzing signs while empty cars line up like witnesses that already know I’m guilty on sightMy hood’s pulled low, eyes rawshoulder bones aching from carrying every bad choice I drag through this broken-night riteI tried confessions on couches and in bottles and in beds that […]

More Than Enough To Kill Me I want the last bite, the last bill, the last wordthe last hit stuffed into my shaking hand till my bones creak under the haulEvery time I get what I begged for, the rush fades fastleaves a bigger hole grinning in the middle of it allI stack toys, bodies,

Mold In The Walls Paint curls off the ceiling like old scabs giving up the fightwalls sweat in the summertime and freeze strange patterns at nightThere is a smell of something rotten baked into the floor and ventslike the building’s breathing filth through every crack and dentI take pictures on my phone of the mushrooms

Monument To Myself I don’t pose for picturesI pose for history books I assume they’ll write about me one dayEvery tiny win in my week becomes a saga in my headan epic where I single-handedly save the dayI rephrase conversations after the fact so I always sound sharpercolder, more in controlEven my memories are edited

MirkwoodVerse 1We cut through the gully they named as a joke and never renamed, back tire sliding on beer caps and dead leaves while the whole town pretends this scar behind the houses is just drainage and not the place where the air goes thin,Street ends drop off into root-twisted slope, graffiti on the concrete

Missing Poster I could vanish for weeks and no one on that block would noticeNot your crew, Not your band, Not your focusI was the one sweeping floors after the dives spat you out at threeYou were the one signing autographstoo busy to look back and see me. I carried speakers on my spineblood pounding

Mine Till It Hurts Love, money, time, blood, I do not care what it isif it touches me once, I want it branded, locked, ownedand crushed like a bone, If someone else gets too closeI see red, not romance, not friendship, just theftI want you trimmed down to nothing but what you give meEverything left.

Miracle On Zero Sleep Three in the morning, eyes like cracked glassheartbeat kicking double time against a rib cage full of knotsLaptop glow on my face like a bad ghostopen tabs about rent, side hustles, cheap noodlesand all the wars I’ve already lostI’ve got coffee that tastes like burned hopenicotine on my breath whether I

Midnight’s Razor The room shrinks down, the air gets thinPulse is a hammer underneath the skinBreath gets stuck, I can’t make a soundTrapped in a head that’s spinning round.Midnight’s razor cuts the line, No rest hereno peace to find, Falling through the dark aloneSinking like a heavy stone. Sweat runs cold, the panic drivesTangled thoughts

Milk Teeth in a Box of Nails Shaving cuts before I hit thirteenCounting pennies for milk, causing a sceneCartoons drowned out by the shouting next doorGrew up fast sleeping on the floor.Milk teeth in a box of nailsTrading lullabies for cautionary talesEvery wish I made went stale Building a life on a broken rail.Hard lessons