Gold-Plated tearsA spoken word piece (poem) that I wrote recently entitled "Gold-Plated tears" ”My bravado was broken a long time ago I used to have a façade like I didn't have any fears Now I silently laugh at the fact that I tried to hide the obvious You could... See More » (1)
Some spoken word ya heardThe way I deliver it makes it so much better but here it is in written form💜 How many times can trust be broken And then repaired How many times can you hurt me And I'll still be there You must think my capacity for pain is infinite But that is... See More »
Soft sharp lies and hard truthsAllow me to tell you of someone, in a nutshell, it's about a girl. If this were a normal poem I'd talk about her features, her eyes, her hair, her laugh, her skin, etc But lucky for me and the rest of the world she's no ordinary girl, thus this poem... See More »
Then I'd stay...Poetry and Writing in my free time. -and a glimpse into my writing beyond novel writing. Then I'd Stay "Then I’d stay. Even when the shadows flicker, even when you break. I'd trace the ache in your gaze like scripture— not to fix you, but to... See More »
shambling souls, rambling proseAs organic robots we're left to wander, veins pulsing with whiskey vices and the acrid smoke of self destruction, we carry a sort of unquenchable and melancholy thirst for meaning. Ravenous Poets, desperate for magic, hungry for divinity, we call... See More »
I wrote a spiritual poem12:12 (a poem) the second wave of angels living their lives on earth feeling like all is lost in our battle of souls and dominion of fears theres a snake slithering around a raw power that must be controlled persuaded, led gently lest it strike... See More »
Tidbits and scraps, old notes on my phone"I think i might be claustrophobic, that's why I'm so bad at setting boundaries" "It's probably my fault; their broken promises, i guess i held too tight" "my heart is a piñata, i smashed it open in hopes to prove to them i had something in me... See More »
i suck at titlesi am my own worst enemy, the most vile judge and critic, so tired and numb, and jaded, i’m a twisted hopeless cynic, a cracked mirror spitting venom, reflecting scars no one can see, i chew on dreams like broken glass, and choke on what’s left of... See More »
