Poems

Empty Bottle Symphony Friday sparks the countdown, liquid courage calls,spinning in a crowded room, painted laughter falls.Bottles clinking rhythm, smiles flashing fast,secrets spilled like whiskey, careful masks won’t last. Dancing through denial, chaos is the key,holding onto strangers tight, lying honestly.Cups raised to the ceiling, toast to nothing clear,chasing faded visions, truth we volunteer. Morning […]

Empty Box An empty box is all that’s laid in the ground for my memory,they never found my body though they searched for a year.Even you went to check on me, but somehow I disappeared.I cursed you with my final breath and swore I’d get you back. I’d be your karma and your death, I’ll

Edge of the Fall The world is a shadow, so hollow and cold,chasing illusions that never grow old.The mask that I wear keeps me trapped inside,pretending to live but I’ve already died. In this darkened corner, I find my release,the chaos inside brings me no peace.Every step forward, I feel the chains snap,I thought I

Echoes of the Hollow Neon flickers on the pavement, fractured light in broken glass,shadows stretch in silent warning, something here is built to last.Figures move like rain-soaked whispers, shifting forms that blur and bend,reaching through the cold reflection, pulling me where logic ends. Footsteps fall in loops behind me, turning corners, sinking deep,skies collapse in

Edge of Insanity I’m on the edge, the world’s in flames,watch the shadows dance, but they don’t play fair.Locked in my head, where the whispers crawl,every step I take, they tear my soul. My thoughts are a maze, but I can’t find the way,screaming for help, but I’m trapped in the fray.The walls are closing

Echoes of Sorrow In the creak of old boards, a whisper of dread,shadows of sorrow in each groan overhead.The timber’s deep sighs in a muffled lament,speak of secrets and pain in their silent descent. In corners unseen where the dust claims its own,the memories linger, in each crack and each moan.The past’s cruel echo in

Echoes of the Empty Verse Shattered syllables scatter, slipping through rain-soaked skies,words once whispered like warnings now wane where the melody dies.Fingers fumble for fragments, tracing truth on a tongue turned numb,every echo evaporates early, every chorus chokes before it comes. Verse bleeds venom in verses, vowels vanish, vision veers,sentences splinter in shadows, swallowed by

Dear God… I’m Fading Now Dear God… I’m fading now.The pills are gone. I broke the vow.If You won’t speak–then let me go.I prayed my whole damn life, just to know.

Don’t Sir Me Gut hanging heavy and the gray is colonizing what was brown,holes wore through the boxer shorts from years of breaking down.Mirror in the bathroom tells a chapter I don’t need narrated,wrinkles mapping every hit and every morning I’ve debated. Walking down the sidewalk and these feet are raising grievances,used to eat the

Blue, White, and Crimson on the Bedspread It starts with the rattle–a careless clatter, half a bottle spilled across tangled sheets,colors bleeding into cotton, blue pressed against white, red rolling away to the edge.You’re naked, face-down, mouth parted in a gasp, hair wild across the pillow like an oil slick,I follow the trail with hungry