You’re alone in this gamble, a loaded mistake,
Unless their hand trembles for your heart’s sake.
Two barrels aligned, yours at them, theirs at you,
The weight of the risk feels painfully true.

But what if their chamber’s been empty all along?
Their promises hollow, their aim a cruel song?
You fired for forever, they fired for fun,
And now you’re abandoned, your love undone.

Saying “I love you” feels like cocking the hammer,
A gun pressed hard against your fragile amor.
Pull the trigger, and you’re either already dead,
Or walking the earth like a ghost instead.

Today
I buried my heart.
Do you see it?
Beneath the earth—
Deeper
than words could ever reach.

Beneath my toes,
beneath my skin,
where silence fractures
and ghosts
begin to whisper your name.

My love rests
in a darker room.
Do you smell it?
A coffin soaked
in soft perfume.
She sleeps in soil—
blind, lost,
a relic
of gentler costs.

I nearly leapt
right from my skin
to witness
the ruin she was left in:

Twisted dry,
a flower undone,
cradled in heartbreak’s
faint perfume.

The love I held—
fierce as flame—
now tangles
in the words
we never spoke:

Half-spoken sentences,
tones ignored,
all left bleeding,
unexplored.

She was my best friend,
raw and true.
Do you feel it?
Now I bleed
where once she grew.

Yet still
I clutch her near my core—
a ghost
in flesh.

And if you look closely,
if you reach carefully—
you’ll see:
I am still here.
Still trembling,
still burning,
forevermore.

Unhinged debauchery
Of the human condition,
Spills like smoke from a factory
Built on superstition.

The desolation of already dislocated
Dreams filled with isolation
Shattered glass futures, fated
To rot beneath a nation's damnation.

The contortion of society’s abortion,
Twisting in alleys with no recourse
Abandoned on streets, a public distortion,
A wound uncleaned at the moral source.

Brought on by human sadness and neglect,
By hunger in hearts no hand could detect.
Apathy rots where compassion once bled,
Hope chokes on prayers the rich never said.

The cold, callous nature of a quick death,
No last rites, no roses, no final breath.
Just a statistic scratched in concrete dust,
A body discarded by a system unjust.

The American dream is a nightmare now
And I’m running, running, don't ask how.
Each step I take, a scream held tight,
Fleeing daylight that burns like blight.

For my life, I run from the myth they sold,
From the polished lie and the blood gone cold.
And though I’m breathless, bruised, and torn,
At least I know I wasn’t born
To die in silence beneath their crown
I’ll set this dream on fire…
and watch it burn down.

Today they slip vaccines into vegetables,
tomorrow they’ll cram the vegans into your Lunchables.
Boardrooms full of hollow men in silk ties,
selling us the end of the world in family-size.

Colonialism isn’t gone, it’s pacing the floor,
a parasite knocking on every door.
And if it isn’t dead, then swing the shovel faster!
because when the chains crack, when the empire shatters,
the earth will roar its own name,
and that roar will last forever.

When I lie beside her,
my mind still drifts to you
a whisper in the dark,
a question I can't silence.

Your scent,
a ghost I chase in every room.
Your beauty
etched into me like scripture,
unfading,
unforgiving.

You unlock something in me
my pen bleeds truth
when you haunt my thoughts.
I write bare,
unarmored,
because of you.

No one else
makes me tremble
the way you do.

Sometimes,
the ache of missing you
burns into motion
I dream of my motorcycle
cutting through the salt air,
hugging the cliffs
from LA to Oregon,
just to collapse into the fire
we once called love.

But love like ours
is a wound,
and I wear the pain
like a patchwork of tears and scars,
empty and spent
but never free.