Poems

Service Blues Another call, another complaint,they’re screaming loud, but I ain’t no saint.Smile through the bullshit, nod and grin,in this customer service hell, no one wins. They want it now, they want it free,but empathy died in their raging spree.Press one for anger, two for hate,but where’s the button for a clean slate? I’ve memorized […]

Mental Civilized I’m feeling mental,these days.Not insane. Cerebral.Not losing my mind.Lost, within it. These are the glory days.No more need for war.No more hunger anywhere.Salvation is falling onto us.We are civilized. These are the glory days.Nuclear deterrents.Chemical enhancements.Salvation is failing around us.We are sterilized. The human being, obsolete.Walking stem cell farms,harvested when organs are needed.Conformity

Old Sweatshirt November cold seeps through the windows while I’m wrapped in cotton worn thin from years of Sundays,this sweatshirt’s lost its shape, its color faded gray from navy, but it fits me like belonging.The sleeves are stretched, the cuffs unraveling, the fabric soft from countless washings,and I’m horizontal on the couch with nothing planned,

Lost Faith Faith’s tomb, where hope’s consumed,faith’s assumed but never bloomed.Heart’s ache, dreams decayed,hope starts to fade, hearts swayed. Prayers lost, faith’s cost,lost in darkness, dreams tossed, faith’s exhaust.Hope shattered, tears cried,hope starts to hide, hearts divide. Dreams decay, faith’s sway,can’t stay, fades away.Faith lost, hope’s shattered,no sight, lose the fight. Hands raised, a prayer’s

Lost Horizon Through the mist, I see a distant light,but it fades before I can reach the heights.The air is cold, my heart is hollow,every step forward leads to sorrow. The walls close in, the world’s a lie,I hear the whispers, but I don’t know why.The silence screams, it pulls me deepinto the void, where

Introvert with a side of Awkward I walk into the room like I’ve got something to prove, except all I’ve got is a pocket full of social anxiety and a brain that short-circuits when small talk starts,smiling like I rehearsed this in the mirror, but forgot the script halfway through and now I’m stuck on

Losing Your Faith in People I trusted hands that looked like mine, skin mapped with the same scars–for years I let their laughter build scaffolds in my head,thinking maybe this was how you heal, how you build a shelter out of broken glass,blind to the way they pocketed shards, how every “I’ll always be here”was

Fears In the dark where shadows creep, fears awake from the depths of sleep,a man stands with trembling hands, haunted by what he can’t withstand.Eyes that dart with every sound, in the silence, fear is found,every heartbeat fuels his dread, every whisper fills his head. The past a ghost that lingers near, whispering doubts, feeding

Hollow Echoes The walls are closing, can’t breathe, can’t run,reality’s bending, I’m coming undone.The silence is deafening, so loud it screams,this fractured mind tearing at seams. I see their faces, but they’re not real,phantoms of thought that I can’t conceal.Tied to the chains that I made with my lies,trapped in a maze where the exit’s

Hospital Chair I’ve memorized the pattern in these vinyl cushions where I sleep,the rhythm of machines that breathe for her and measure every beat.My spine’s forgotten what a bed feels like, what comfort used to mean,but I won’t leave this chair beside her while she fights for everything. The nurses know me now, they bring