An echo gnaws within marrowed stone, ‎Where silence seeds what was once my own. ‎The tether frays though the weight remains, ‎A kingdom buried in bloodied veins. ‎ ‎I cradle ruins the dusk disowns, ‎An altar built out of severed tones. ‎The soil forgets though my pulse still pleads, ‎A grave that bl...Read more

‎I laughed beneath the honeyed light, ‎The world, for once, felt so right. ‎My hands held joy, my heart was wide— ‎The sun itself knelt at my side. ‎ ‎The air was sweet, the hours kind, ‎No shadow trailing close behind. ‎I wore the day like woven gold, ‎A warmth that is shimmered, soft and bold. ‎ ‎...Read more

I sip from the chalice void of name, ‎Where echoes drip like a waxen flame. ‎The dusk devours what dawn forgets, ‎And time folds in on its regrets. ‎ ‎My breath, a hymn of formless ache, ‎Distorts the seams no light could break. ‎Thoughts bloom like bruises, soft and slow, ‎In gardens where no light...Read more

When do we sever the tethered dusk, And drift through echoes hushed? When do the fissures cradle light, In veils of absence, blurred from sight? When do the remnants, cold and thin, Become the prism held within? When do the fractures birth the song, That’s whispered where the lost belong? When do ...Read more

Darling, beneath this veiled sky’s sigh, Our whispered truths are doomed to lie. A fragile thread we cannot show, Yet in its silence, fiercely grow. Darling, your hand in mine is fire, A stolen warmth in cold desire. Though worlds may claim we walk apart, You are the tremble in my heart. Darling, ...Read more

How could you fracture sacred ground, Then curse the echoes for their sound? You wore the sun upon your face, Yet left me stranded—void of grace. How could you harvest what I grew, Then salt the earth and call it true? You drank the rain from shattered jars, And claimed the light while birthing sca...Read more

What shadow whispered in my spine, That made me blur each boundary line? Was it defiance, was it need— Or just the hunger to watch me bleed? Why did I run toward the fray, And torch the maps that lit my way? Did I mistake the ash for grace, Or find strange comfort in disgrace? How many masks did I...Read more

What is this path we blindly tread, With dreams that bloom, then wind up dead? Do stars not weep for all we lose, Or is it fate we do not choose? Why must the heart still softly beat, When joy and grief so often meet? A laugh, a tear — they sound the same, In life’s cruel, with loss and flame. Do ...Read more

I dwell within a hushed facade, Where echoes wear a velvet guise— My truth, entombed in woven fraud, Beseech the depth behind your eyes. Not built of breath, but ache refined, I haunt the seams of time-worn grace. A wraith enwreathed in a restless mind, Yet starving still for sacred space. They pr...Read more

I am the hush where wildflowers grow, A page half-turned in twilight’s grace. Where whispered poems softly flow, And stars find rest upon my face. I hold the scent of rain that stays, In roots and words and winds that roam. With ink-stained hands, I drift away Through stories that feel more like ho...Read more

I spit your name from the marrow of ache, Where silence once sang me to sleep. You wear an obsession like silk on rot — A crown less thing that crawls too deep. You write me in corners I’ve long since burned, Trace footsteps where no light dares tread. I closed the book, but still you turn Each pag...Read more

I watch the sun, but feel no flame, It glows a line I dare not cross. She moves like art I can't reclaim— A vision loved, then lost in gloss. I speak at a glance, barely seen, A shadow wrapped in a quiet plea. She’ll never see what lies between, Just fingers grasping at the sea. The dreams I hold ...Read more

Soft as dawn, steady as dusk, a presence woven between the hours. She does not ask for confessions, yet the heart bends toward her light. I place my weight in open palms, spilling truths like autumn leaves. No judgment lingers in the air, only the hush of understanding. She gathers ...Read more

A shadow cast before the light, a name that echoes, not my own. Carved by hands that never tremble, stitched in whispers, set in stone. I wear the weight of borrowed sins, a fault assigned, a crime unnamed. The air is thick with quiet verdicts, a sentence passed but never claimed. ...Read more

I swallow storms, let silence win, Hold back the flood that drowns within. My throat is raw with unshed cries, A graveyard where my truth still lies. I smile like glass—fragile, thin, A masterpiece of caged ruin. They see the light, the gilded air, But never what is dying there. Do...Read more