And dawn was his, eternal, bright— a boy who rose from endless night. Through myth and shadow, loss and strife, he learned the song that remakes his life.
The Boy Who Rose from Asphodel
Where Tomorrow Breathes Again
He walks the quiet corridors of thought,a boy still haunted by a ghost of fire.The rooms are empty, yet filled with planshe once had laid like bricks of desire—a life with him, a home of laughter,a map of tomorrows traced by their hands. He lingers in doorways no one opens,listens for footsteps that will not... Continue Reading →
Of Ashes That Still Burn
They said the bridge was burned to ash,yet lingered where the embers flashed;each found excuses, small and thin,to step once more where they had been. A glance became a borrowed flame,a brush of hands, a half-lost name;they dressed it up as passing chance,but left the room with weighted stance. The air between them bent and... Continue Reading →
Starcrossed
They drift in the dark like twin-born stars,bound by a thread no distance mars;an orbit drawn in ancient fire,between the pull and the desire. One blazes bright, a restless sun,whose flares can scorch but also stun;the other, cool as silver light,a moon that waxes into night. Each turn they make, the space will bend—a comet’s... Continue Reading →
The Other Side of Silence
And when your name drifts through my mind, I’ll send a prayer the world is kind; more kind to you than we could be, when love was tangled between you and me.
Ode to the Knight of Broken Cups
i wake to the taste of salt on my lips,not from the sea, but from tears unsipped—wine once rich now puddled in the dirt,days i can’t reclaim, nights i can’t convert. the tide has long fled these weary shores,leaving my chest heavy, the grit in it coarse;love’s harbor lies shattered, its lantern dim,and the sea’s... Continue Reading →
Undertow
It comes and goes, this leaving you:like tides that kiss then pull away,a rhythm old, yet always new,that shapes the shore but cannot stay. Some days, the sea lies soft and clear,its breath a lull, its gaze at rest;I almost think you’ve disappearedfrom all the harbors in my chest. But moons still rise, and with... Continue Reading →
Living in the Fog: In the Silence Between Who I Am and Who Was There
For months, I kept silent. Not because I wanted to hide, but because I didn’t understand. I didn't have the words to explain why entire afternoons would slip away without memory. Why, sometimes, I would look in the mirror and not recognize myself. Why I would float above conversations, watching myself speak as if I were someone else. Why my world would suddenly feel dreamlike, muffled, distant. And why, despite it all, I kept telling myself: “Maybe I’m just tired.”
The Cold Blade’s Lullaby
Did I not will the dark to take me whole, and carve escape with trembling, broken hands? The crimson thread, I drew it from my soul: a vow etched deep where no one understands. They spoke of rest, of light beyond the pain, of sacred arms to catch a falling breath— yet silence met me,... Continue Reading →
Abyss of the Guilty Star
Beneath the hush of hollow skies, I drift,a phantom stitched from all I should have kept.The stars above—once lanterns, now they shiftto stones that weigh me deeper in regret.Their light, once kind, now watches with disdain,while silence folds me in its endless reign. I carved this wreck from hands once meant to shield,let fall the... Continue Reading →
Everlost 