You made a gravemiscalculation to think volumeor intensitynegates intelligence Ego carved from glass fragile as a butterflyon a winter’s morning Delicate patternsintricately twisted into an outline of armor beautifulbut secure as frost on an autumn…
Hate is justlove distortedthrough afun house mirror The energy raisedby angeris fueled by lovedivided Sifted downto its smallestparts to be scrutinized Then built back upinto a machine ofrage Weaponized againstthe ones we onceloved
Our demonsare notexistential ghouls They aretangible Lovers, dancingentwined with theskeletons wearily lockedin thecloset
Breaking the cycleisn’t pretty It doesn’t look likeSunday morningcurled up on the couch matching pajamasand unbridled laughter It’s crying in the bathroomafter the breaking point When your plate is fulland you’re starving It isn’t a…
When youilluminatethe liesthe shadowscastupon thewallsreveal theTruth
I hope yourhatefills thevoidthat loveleft behind
This poem is the one that started the whole journey. It came at a very trying time as I was trying to navigate my way forward. It was the catalyst for all my other recent…
Light anddarkare not enemiesbut companionsTraveling the samepathseekingharmony
Family isn’t aboutrelation It’s a lanternin a dark storm Knowingdespite the weatheryou’ll alwaysfind your way It’s those whostep upwhen othersshrink awayfrom the cold Reaching out to helpwith no concealedmotive Family arethe people who arewarm and…
Autumn leavesfallnot because theygave upBut because evenfierce beautyneedsrest