Poetica

From stone, we carved intricate caricatures Becoming monuments that echoed through time From monuments to masses Regret becomes a fuse and transforms into sadness Sadness becomes introverted pain Caricatures that manifest within and outwardly. Seek escape into vices that stills the demons for a mere momentThose dreams haunt your waking hours Regret is a linchpin.…

Authored: August 2, 2025 You found yourself above your prone form.A mysterious force took hold of you, and you floated away….No one is here, no one has ever beenIt’s just you and your memoriesFloating in the VoidThe stars spin around your formAn upwelling of emotion, a loneliness Your mind is racing, and as much as…

Authored: July 26, 2025 I’ve found comfort in the small thingsAs everything around, me circles in chaos I’ve opened my eyes from blindness Found the sky and the birds contained within If I close my eyes, the maelstrom is there.The small things keep me alive Cherished and appreciated, I am hopeful The waves of indenture…

Authored: July 23, 2025 I wanted to believe in these words that you spoke ofOn paper and to my ears they sounded so fineBut we were thrust into absolution and absolved of innocenceIt was a long time between solitude’s testamentsThe silence between the gusts of wind Spoke so much, yet so little. We weave our…

Authored: July 21, 2025 The silent dichotomy of the broken Under the purveyor of the darkening skies Asunder under the gaze of a watchful universe The fleeting sighs and whispers of branches unchallenged We watched and we yearnedWe hoped as we prayed The Sun has left our shores The skies grow colder and more darkened.The…

Authored: July 20, 2025 What does happiness feel like? Was I ever happy?What does a good life feel like?Am I alive? Did I know how to live?Or am I for the first time, seeing the world for what it really is?This empty and loud place without bounds?No one is here, no one has ever been…

Authored: July 18, 2025 Broken people, trying to live Broken people, attempting to navigate a sea of shards Broken people, making do with what they have Awaking, getting ready, going to work, coming home, ad homonymEat, breath, sleep, wake up, look in the mirror soulless.We watch profit sore As everything around, us costs more and…

Authored: July 17, 2025 It was always something beyond my reachA deep sadness impinges vision The Sun has become a bulbous teardrop As if everything would become vapourThere were questions to be had, no answers given. We are broken, beyond disrepair We’re holding on barely, I hear the cries of the crisis and the anger…

Authored: July 14, 2025 There’s a version of me I don’t really share. He never yells. He never hits anything. But he burns… quietly. He writes paragraphs in his head. Imagines walking out, saying nothing, never returning. That’s rage too. Not loud. Not visible. Just… private. And no one — truly no one — talks…

Authored: July 12, 2025 We stay silent not because we lack words, but because we fear what happens if someone truly hears them. We fear being misunderstood. We fear the echoes of regret. We are losing ourselves in this reaction. What happens then? Out of fear people are manipulated, not knowing what is true and…