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 →
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 →
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 →
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.
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
I walk through rooms that do not know my name,where silence echoes louder than my breath.Each step, a ghost’s; half-here, half-lost in shame,unseen beneath the weight of nearing death.I’ve smiled in ways that mimic those who heal,while bleeding out behind my quiet eyes.No scream escapes; they’d only call it “real”if blood could form its truth... Continue Reading →
I ruined cooking—the sizzle of garlic in oil stabs like a memory.You'd peek in, sweetly grinning,telling me, "That smells awesome, Love."Now the kitchen echoeswith pots too quiet,a silence that burns worse than the flame.I ruined laundry—each tumble of shirts a cruel cycle,your scent once clinging like a vownow clings like a ghost.We dreamed aloud by... Continue Reading →
Everlost 