poetry
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••• I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams… . … and until you’ve quietly planned your exit from this world in secret silence only to stay at the very last minute… because the thought of hurting the people you love in any way becomes its own kind of suffering… . … until you’ve…
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This poem tears apart the illusion that weight gain equals happiness. Beneath a “healthy” body might be something starved, hollow, and quietly decaying—an inner life no one bothers to see. Dark, raw, and unapologetic, it exposes the cost of being visibly fine while starving inside.
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A poem about doomscrolling, nervous-system triage, and eating a cream-cheese-loaded bagel while the world burns—because being human is horrifying, sacred, and absurd.
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A philosophical poem exploring time, perception, and consciousness—blending science, Hermetic philosophy, and existential reflection to question whether reality is fixed, or simply a frequency we’ve learned to believe.
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We cling to our perspectives like crowns and call them truth. But what if every viewpoint is just one color in a much larger spectrum? A poetic meditation on certainty, ego, and the quiet power of multiplicity.
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A meditation on lost joy, existential misalignment, and the lingering echo of survival.
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A meditation on collective reckoning and the paradox of revelation. The Tragic Beauty of Sunlit Dust explores the quiet grief — and strange grace — of seeing what was always there once the light finally enters the room.
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On illumination, complicity, and the moment when hidden systems can no longer pretend to be clean.
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