I fell for a ghost with blood on his hands,
kissed the blade, and called it romance.
She carved love into my spine,
and I wore the scars like a shrine.

Built a home inside my ruin,
called the silence something human.
She fed me lies like lullabies,
now I dream in shattered cries.

I begged for fire, she gave me frost,
and still I stayed—no matter the cost.
She broke me down to broken art,
signed her name across my heart.

Now pain’s the god I pray to nightly,
my soul bleeds soft and brightly.
I dance where angels dare not tread,
with demons whispering in my head.

I'm a poem of rage and rust,
a masterpiece decayed by trust.
Still, I’d walk back into the flame
just to hear her say my name.

I drink the poison from your lips,
still call it wine, still take the sip.
You bruise my heart with every kiss,
yet I ache for what I shouldn’t miss.

Your name’s a fire I can't unwrite,
it burns my chest every night.
I tell myself I’ll walk away,
but love like this was meant to stay.

You turn my tears into lullabies,
soft lies dressed in alibis.
Your touch, a cage I begged to hold,
your warmth, a lie I bought and sold.

How can wrong feel so divine?
Why does pain wear your design?
You’re the wound I never clean,
the sweetest ache I’ve ever seen.

Loving you feels like suicide
slow, beautiful, and dignified.
But darling, if it’s you I lose,
I’d die a thousand times. I’d choose.

I courted shadows in your eyes,
embraced the jagged edge of night.
You pulled my strings like broken dolls,
and I danced through every bite.

A gilded cage of whispered sins,
your poison tasted like devotion.
I wore your scars like sacred marks,
lost deep in your cruel motion.

My heartbeat drummed a twisted hymn,
chanting pleas I could not hear.
You built cathedrals in my chest,
each brick laid with trembling fear.

Blood-red roses crowned your throne,
petals soaked in burning ache.
I worshipped pain as our delight,
gave every piece I could forsake.

Now every scream becomes my song,
each tear a testament of need.
I’m shackled to our dark embrace,
thriving on the wounds you feed.

I’m prisoner and priest in one—
my temple forged from broken bone.
And here within your sinister court,
I’ve finally found my home.

What can I do to help my poems reach as many people as possible?
It’s such a beautiful feeling to hear others' opinions and see things through their perspective—it helps us understand each other better, to feel seen and appreciated.
Sharing your art is a powerful and beautiful thing, and I want to do it with many souls possible.

I say “I’m fine”
like it’s stitched into my skin,
a reflex learned from years
of swallowing storms.

The truth waits
like a shy guest at my throat,
hesitating,
unsure if the door is safe to open.

Maybe it’s not —
maybe the listener’s hands
aren’t steady enough
to hold what I’m carrying.

So in the end,
I smile,
lock the truth away,
and let “I’m fine”
be the quiet lie
that keeps me suffocate.

Is it when my voice
is heavy with no,
or when silence chains me
to the no I couldn’t say?

Is it when my hands
refuse to move
in the dance they command,
or when they move anyway
just to keep the peace?

Do I lose my beauty
when my smile doesn’t bloom
on cue,
when my nod isn’t obedient,
when my spine stays straight
instead of bending?

Do I fade
when I cross streets in straight lines,
stand still where told,
pretend I’m fine—
even pretend I’m dead—
to survive the laughter
that stings?

Do I stop being lovely
when my lips pray
instead of pouting,
when they sing,
recite verses,
or whisper secrets to the wind,
but refuse to curse
for entertainment?

Tell me—
is beauty only mine
when I surrender,
when I ache quietly,
when I let their script
become my skin?

Or do I stop being pretty
the moment I live
for myself?

they say god is love
they say god is light
but i see men twist his words
like broken mirrors
reflecting their own greed

they hold the book
like a weapon
swing it over heads
turning prayers into chains
turning hope into fear

they sell forgiveness
like coins at the market
while their hands
are stained with the lives
they destroy in silence

they teach love
but practice war
they teach mercy
but practice cruelty
they call it devotion
but it is only power

i see candles burn
but the smoke smells of lies
the incense curls around deceit
and i know
they are sinning in his name

god does not need gold
god does not need fear
god lives in the wind
in the rain
in the quiet moments
in the scream of truth

i will not kneel to their masks
i will not bow to their towers
i will walk in the sun
i will speak in honesty
i will love without guilt
i will believe without chains

their prayers are empty
but mine are alive
and in my truth
i find the faith
that burns true
and cannot die

that i've been reading your poetry
(on the new front page)
and,

I ******* love
your words; your worlds;
it's like i'm,
    there. right there,
with you.

you see, i didn't do what you do--
         write my story aloud
--when i was fifteen, or even twenty-two

just an inch off the ground
                        i confided in clouds
stayed lost (was a puff too proud)

that was then, sure, but even today
   (it's 11:11, now)
putting any of it down
committing to this word, not that
this sentiment,
      not that
this meaning
       (and not simultaneously that)
              is walking through fire

and so, for leading the way
           let me just say,
                       i love you

and please,
don't ever stop.

Never have I seen a girl with eyes so dark
Made blacker by the light of my star sparks
I have never met a child so utterly
girlish
Who stares at me blatantly with
The cold dead eyes of a fish

Who would believe? I-
Who could conceive? I-
A girl so naive, I..
how shameless of me to consider you primitive

There I go again, I
Say I love you, then I
go and mock you when I
Make your name into something so completely diminutive

I can’t help it
There’s so much hate in my heart now
Anger is flashing it’s ugly claws
And ripping all my kindness out
Cause really
I haven’t been able to take a deep
Breath in about three years
and it’ll be three years till I can breathe you out again
Till I can let you
back in again

My love
if I admit how much you
mean to me
Where will that leave me
When you decide to leave me?