I have lived this heartbreak before, the trembling faith in a smiling lie.
The Shape of Betrayal
If I Had a Billion Dollars
I’d rebuild the bridges we keep tearing down.
Bridges Aren’t Handouts
I grew up on welfare programs in a small town, isolated from much of the world. Programs like Medicaid made sure I could see a doctor when I was sick and a dentist when I needed one. Food stamps made sure I didn’t go to bed hungry. Those programs didn’t make me dependent. They made…
and the watchers wept
when the veil burns away, we’re the ones left to remember. a poem for the ones who watched it all and still chose to feel.
Shattered Silence
They shaved their heads, Stripped their names, Filed the bodies into silence. No names. No stories. No paths back home.
And Then the Tower Fell
Strong feelings unexplained. A timeless knowing formed. This moment. This day. A turning point.
Phantom Fires in Familiar Smiles
They say I choose how I feel, but my hands still tremble when ghosts walk by drenched in familiar smiles.
Harbingers of Havoc
We ride the storms on fumes alone— A Viking’s thirst, chaos our throne. In unhinged weary defiance Wrangled carnage, our sole alliance. Fueled by rage and caffeine’s might, Restless souls that burn too bright. Through shattered dawns and fractured nights, Many a tempest lost in neon lights. Mighty chaos gremlins rise unchained Rebellious fire coursing our veins! Unfazed by rules, unbowed by fate, Harbingers of havoc—check-freaking-mate!
This Godforsaken Ride
Law now comes from one decree. You gotta be fucking kidding me. A dictator’s whims now rule the land, signed in chaos, sealed by hand.
The Hollow Ones
Their eyes are empty and dried, mirrors reflecting the nothing inside. Their laughter echoes, hollow and thin, as eerie shadows revel within.
my letters from beyond the fire 