Not every cage is made of iron.Some are built from old conversations,from names you stopped answering to,from promises made in darker yearsto versions of yourselfthat no longer exist.I carried them all.The guilt.The noise.The endless chorus of expectationssung by peoplewho never learned the weightof the songs they placed on my shoulders.For…
They said he was doing better.You can tell by the wayhe now answers textsthree days lateinstead of never. By the groceries.By the haircut.By the practiced smilethat fits most roomsif the lighting is kind. They said growth looks good on a man.No one mentionedit grows back through the bonelike roots lifting…
I kept a cracked crown on the shelf, polished it like it meant something. I should have noticed the grime beneath the gold paint, the way it flaked when I breathed near it. Your throne of narcissistic lies was always paper. I planted hope in the dark anyway. Thought love…
Some nights, the air hums like a wire under tension,and memory tastes metallic.You light another thought like a match,watch it flare,then drop it before it burns your fingers.Names shift like constellationsyou’ve learned not to chase them.Meaning is a slow current,dragging fragments of what once wasinto something that almost holds.The sea…
My mind won’t quiet Nothing shuts it down I’m just fine The smile is practiced The wall stays in place I rage inside The pain, the sadness, the loss Who am I now? The lies show a facade The silence feels protective But listen— Silence isn’t weakness it’s steel cooling…
Do not mourn me, don’t bury me under folded flags and empty words. Keep your bugles, keep your polished boots. That’s for show. We lived in the dust, the rust, the smoke. Remember the bullshit, the endless waiting, the orders that made no sense. Remember how we laughed anyway— too…
You said you didn’t know me,like I had slipped away,like some imposter moved inwhile you weren’t looking. But the truth is,you never knew me.You saw what I let you see—a mask, a surface,a man who kept the rest buried. I’ll own that.I didn’t even know myself back then.I was fighting…
Welcome to intake.Again.New name, new face,same notepad. “Tell me your story.”Already did.Five times.You people lose therapistslike socks in the dryer. They ask about sleep.Prescribe silence in pill form.Zombie protocol:shut it up, slow it down,don’t feel too much. Cry once, and you’re unstable.Don’t cry, and you’re withholding.Speak, and it’s a lie.Flinch,…
(a bastard’s prayer) Now I drug myself to sleep,counting lies instead of sheep.If I die before I wake,at least I’d catch a goddamn break. I close my eyes, but not for restthe dark just knows me fucking best.It drags the dead back through my head,lines them up beside my bed….
There is a time in my mind, A time I want to go back to, A time before everything went bad, A time where everything felt okay. The light was softer then, Not because the sun was different, But because I still believed In things I don’t believe now. I…
