about
As a multimedia artist, I use stories, art, music, and poetry to explore emotions that are often easier to create than to explain.
Category: Poetry
On this page, you can find my poems, nicely grouped and consistently formatted! Isn’t technology wonderful?
To make it easier to navigate, I’ve also added tags to the poems so that you can even group them by theme.
For instance, if you click the tags below a poem labeled ‘depression’, you’ll get a nice list of all the poems I wrote regarding this subject!
Explore the verses, let emotions unfold,
A poetic journey, such tales to be told.
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The first tale from the Old Vale mythos. Thomas Brand thought his hallucinations were finally under control. But when his psychiatrist mentions details he never told anyone, he begins to question whether he’s losing his mind—or whether something followed him into the hospital. Perhaps the doctor was right. Nothing moved this evening. Even the shadows…
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The days ahead gather on the horizon, Heavy with something unnamed. It is that weight which unsettles me, Not the end, nor how finite life may be. It is this dwelling in uncertainty, This forgotten knowledge Of simply existing, Lost in cosmic translation. Yet there are sparks, Igniting, ever so briefly, All but unseen Within…
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I long for comfort perhaps an early grave. I burned my dreams for warmth only cold ashes remain. This hollow ache drifts on never fully belonging, never truly named. My soul, a fading supernova of wasted potential and lingering shame.
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Does the fallen leaf believe itself abandoned, or rest in quiet knowing of its destined descent? Does it dream of heights once held, or trust in sacred purpose,a divination whispered faintly by the wind?
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There is a new anger in me. It crept in slow, scraping away the thin shame that clung to me, grinding disbelief to the bone. The world’s lack of sentiment toward anything different sets me ablaze. I burn now, unyielding flames forged from relentless despair. The norm is a false crown, wanted by the many,…
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My atoms do not belong together. They push, pull, and break— all my cells divided, existence being the topic of late. Neurons still fire, out of contempt or even spite. They make all thoughts eerie, restless echoes in this drifting mind. We are all made of stardust, the infinite universe trapped within. Then why does…
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I am thrilled to share that I am in the final stages of completing the manuscript for my first official poetry collection! It will be self-published with the title ‘Whispers’. This project has been a deeply personal journey for me, allowing me to explore and express my thoughts on mental health, neurodiversity, and the many…
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As the clock slowly ticks, My sanity slips, Never knowing what to do. Like I’m just waiting For death’s final kiss. Being bored is how they phrase it, But I’m trapped in this endless spin. There are many things I could do, Yet I can’t break the cage I’m in. Of having no energy Or…
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As I watch the embers Of the bridges I burned, I try to think Of the lessons learned. And how much longer can I travel, Since I already feel spent My energy is wasting, Is my road coming to an end The horizon holds its secret, Guess only time will tell How many more wrong…