These are my works. You find mostly poetry, or some semblance, here.

(Updates on Saturdays at approximately sometime before midnight)

Every Waking Moment

We all waitWhile the sun lists under the horizonTo the pain of not being wholeWe drink many remediesLaced with alcohol We procrastinateInstead of walking and talkingAnd sitting with ourselvesWe bleed in tributeTo the mirror in our pocket We don’t prayBut we hurl our opinions into the void And with a thousand little cutsWe sever ourselvesFromContinue reading “Every Waking Moment”


I am a crystalline blueResting on the emerald glow I eb and flow in radial currentsNo one knows where I beginI have no waterfallsAnd at the edge of yourself you will always find me Underneath me is a limitless skyAnd above me roams the cosmos The seafarer dipped his cupped hand in my shoresA microcosmContinue reading “Enoch”


It aint hard To sit pretty on the window sill Taking in breath Taking in the moment Listening to rhythmic music And the cars passing by But America’s sworn enemy is quiet And wisdom her bane I struggle to find this moment To meet myself To meet my pain. The cat lies under a sunbeamContinue reading “Rest”

You Bite your Lip

You talk with your relative once a month. Write it down in your imaginary notebook: The advice, the lies, and the grievances. He says that the sky bleeds in the afternoon, And that the rich poison your bread With carbon dioxide. You bite your lip not for words unsaid, But because they’re chapped and youContinue reading “You Bite your Lip”

It is Fragile

It is fragile.The paper barrier between flesh and air.The wind cuts through it like razorsAnd the beasts of the field stomp it down to mere dust They are fragile.The veins who transport life.The wine is spilledInto marrowIf the wine goes bad,then the the heart does tooFor it cannot tell blood from poison It is fragileTheContinue reading “It is Fragile”


I scraped at the bottom of the barrel To find inspiration for tomorrow Instead, I found a place to sit Where the speaking ones won’t bother Closed the lid Only opened it when i ran out of air From the Author I’m an INFP- for those who care. I’ve been realizing more and more everyContinue reading “IIII”

Critical Mass

The social debt incurred by our worldHad reached critical mass ages ago. We waited too long and the interest compoundedNow we can’t even afford to pay the first installment The bill keeps showing up at the houseThe balance growing larger If we paid with our souls, like the fathers didit’d barely cover the interestAnd tomorrowContinue reading “Critical Mass”

Quiet Evening

God is a spiritWho speaks to those who refrain.When the soul weeps,He leans in to listenAnd speaks salves to our wound. But those who learn to quiet the WorldWill mistake their own voices for Its words When it’s a song about quietA poem without wordsA dance in the rain when the rain is hail It’sContinue reading “Quiet Evening”


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