Poems

In Highschool, I discovered creative writing, poetry and it's power. I don't enjoy rhyming, as this feels forced. Instead, I view poetry as stories written in a specific form. I used to have pages of poems that I carried everywhere, but, unfortunately, they're lost.

One poem, titled "Stars Burn" I remember my emotions but I can't remember the words. The rest, for whatever reason, I simply cant remember.

I hope that someday when I'm cleaning out boxes in random storage places, I'll re-discover them.

Mercyless

The real you, gets you hated. The open heart, gets you hurt. The extended hand, gets you killed. And still, your enemies remain the same. Your friends always change. The mercy of hatred— it never pretends to be anything else.…

Karma

I don't believe in evil that's a lazy frame A word men use to dodge the weight of blame No devils in the details, just decisions made The hand that held the knife don't get to call it fate But good? I've…

Never Mistake My Kindness For Weakness

You smile for them. The mask holds. Your truth stays buried and so you continue. You walk past me, handing your insecurities to others like offerings, tried to climb through me, fed them lies like currency, made your moves in boardrooms and hallways, and still, nothing shifted. But behind closed…

Anger is a gift

You'll learn this. Not when I move—when you realize I haven't. The watching is the wound.…

Diamonds

Diamonds not the stone, the doctrine Fortune I can taste like copper on my tongue Out in the open where the wolves run Every empire's just a casket coming undone I crave what pharaohs couldn't bury deep enough The gleam ain't greed, it'…

Hymns Together

They gather to share what they were given hymns passed down like heirlooms, faith worn soft from handling. I sat among them once. Mouthed the words. Waited for the burning, the flood, the still small voice. Nothing. Just the sound of my own breath and the congregation rising without me.…

Dance With The Devil

Come to the altar, and be rejected, as a liar's facade never remains solid. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But if you get too close, beware, they are dancing with the devil in a ballroom of their own making. Die a liar. Be remembered as one.…

We Arrive With Nothing

We build temples out of paychecks. Altars of leather seats and square footage. We hang diplomas like saints on the wall and call it arrival. The hungry years. The proving. The more, the almost, the finally. We gnaw the hours down to bone for things that will forget our names…

The Wool on the Ground

Years in every circle. Wherever trust gathers, he found a seat. He learned the handshake. Memorized the hymn. Spoke the language of belonging without ever belonging. But the body knows what the mind excuses. One by one, the doors stopped opening. The invitations thinned. The seats beside him emptied without…

Family

There is something that outlives the body. There is something that knows your voice before your name. There is something that forgives the wound before the apology. There is something that holds the silence when the room empties. There is something that buries its dead and sets the table anyway.…

Endlessly, Forever.

There is an endless understanding of love that comes over me when we are together. The noise stops. Not fades, stops. Like a hand pressed over a wound. Everything slows. And I realize I am not lost. I am only somewhere I have never been with someone who knows the…

Wandering Around

I don't know you. But I saw you on the platform. Shoulders curled like you were protecting something already gone. I don't know what happened. I wasn't there. But your grief found me anyway. Slipped under my ribs. Made a home it didn'…

Watching, Listening, Waiting.

Floating through the air, I can feel your presence. Not always, not everywhere. In times of warmth and reflection, I look back and see your eyes, and recognize you are there. Watching. Listening. Waiting. Your time was cut short with us. I watched your mast slowly disappear beneath the water.…

Mirror, Mirror.

Always. Forever. Your smile was the first evil teeth behind every handshake, warmth that calculated. You tried to bury us with paper and whispers, schemes dressed as neighborly concern. We didn't flinch. We just held up the glass. Now my smile meets yours. Not warmth recognition. I enjoy…

SMILE

You smiled your way in. Felt seen. Felt chosen. Felt like you belonged here. But we were watching. The lie has a half-life. And yours just expired. Now your face remembers what it was always hiding that frown you were born with. Wear it. We're smiling now. Smile.…

King Nothing.

Anger waits. Around a corner in my mind it rests. Not hate. Hate requires history we never had. We weren't enemies. We weren't friends. Anger waits.…

Death Comes

Death comes for everyone This is not threat This is certainty Fear lives in the pretending In the looking away Look at it Let it see you back Now you are free Not from death From the flinch -- For everyone it waits Not with malice With certainty It does…

Eros

Every room I enter, I am looking. Not scanning. Not browsing. Looking. The way the faithful look for signs. Years of faces. Years of almost. Years of wrong mouth, wrong laugh,wrong silence. Then you. Not lightning. Not revelation. Just recognition, like remembering a word I didn't know…

Troublesome

I walk through the market of belonging. Stalls selling flags I've never wanted. The eyes find me. Not with hate. Just the quiet confusion of a door that was never installed. I am not rebellion. Rebellion still kneels to what it fights. I am the man who never…

Power And Purpose

They chase power calling it purpose. As if the climb were the same as the cause. As if the throne would tell them who they were once they sat in it. But power doesn't answer questions. It only ends them. And purpose, real purpose, never needed a kingdom.…

Regret Has No Place In Focused Minds

What yesterday cost is already spent. You don't mourn currency. You spend it or you starve. The wound taught you where the knife goes. That's not trauma. That's education. The focused mind doesn't linger at the altar of what was. It takes…

No Place To Run

No place to run, no place to hide, the footsteps echoing are your own, pressed into soil you thought you'd left behind, circling back to the unmarked stone. There is a vivid uncertainty in your actions, each gesture trailing smoke and question marks, your hands betraying what your…

Gift And The Curse

Anxiety taught me to check the exits before I ever sat down. To hear the tone beneath the words. To feel the shift before the room knew it shifted. It kept me alive. Then it kept me from living. There when I don't need it. Gone when the…