Poems

Christmas Wires Speak In Morse Verse 1In a cramped living room that smells like dust and detergent, a plastic tree leans under cheap tinsel and tangled wireMulti-color bulbs wink on and off in a pattern that doesn’t match the factory boxSomeone set them to blink and walk away, yet they keep rearranging their rhythmThe couch […]

Christmas Lights on Old Sheetrock The house is older than anyone in it wants to admit, a sagging box of two-by-fours and regrets, pretending its bones are fine while the corners of the ceiling yellow and hairline cracks spider out from nail heads that never asked to hold up this much memory. Old sheetrock breathes

Cheap Shoes, Bright Heart Cheap shoesbright heartwalking on the streetturning pavementinto something sweet Bus stop is a chapelin the rainlow rent livingdealing with the pain Alarm is deadthe sun is in the eyelike a flashlightsearching for a lie Phone is buzzingoff the plastic cratescreen is crackedand sealing up the fate Rent is waitingin the metal

Chainlink Uprising This is a chainlink uprisingboots on backscoming up from the dirt Every “shut up and take it”you ever spatis carved in my shirt You pressed my head through the fencetold me breathe it inrust in my gumswhile you cashed my hoursand called it fate You wrote yourself heroin every story where I hauled

Chains of Solitude Verse 1In the quiet fall of evening lightWhere shadows mix and cold winds biteHer pale face shines, a marble sightHeld in silence, locked up tight [Chorus]See how the silver fetters bindStopping her soul from flight, confinedInside the corners of the mindWhere hidden truths are left behind Verse 2Her hair hangs wild like

Bullet In My Pocket Got a bullet in my pocketriding next to my last dollar billlittle cold comfort sayingthere’s always a wayto kill the chill Maybe it’s for the monstersmaybe it’s for megot a bullet in my pocketI swear I’ll never firebut I still keep the key I walk past the liquor store windowcatch my

Buried In The Feed I’m buried in the feedunder flashing adsand polished liesevery chorus I’ve ever writtendrowns while sponsored shit survives I uploaded one more trackto that cold gray siteat three in the morningwatched the little progress bar crawllike a slow-motion warning Typed a careful descriptiontagged every mood and scene I could claimhit submitand felt

Broken Promises From People Who Should’ve Known Better You said foreverI swallowed the soundbelieved your promisescould hold me down I let your words settleinto my skinnever thought I’d end upalone again You made “forever” soundlike something I could usebut every promise you madewas the promise you’d refuse I watched the warmth fadefrom the light in

Built from Bruises We built this out of bruisesfrom the nights we went home brokethroats raw and raspyfrom the screaming and the smoke Stacked the failures high like speakersto reach the heavy skysinging with the stray dogswhile the cars go driving by No silver spoons for usjust chipped teeth and the chordringing over factoriesthat we

Breakable Things I am done fixing breakable thingsfor people who drop me on purpose Done being the spare part under the seatwhile you shine up the worthless You only see me when something breakspipe burstscar diesplans fallthen my phone lights uplike emergency glass “Got a minute?”“You around?”I show uppatch ithold itbuild it back You clap