I Wrote This Instead of Screaming

  • Bad for Business

    They’re editing the dictionary in the dead of night,Crossing out ‘fascist’, underlining ‘polite’.They’re selling cheap comfort in a patriotic red,While they’re building new cages inside of your head. I got my free speech on a corporate leash.A trigger warning disclaimer before I can screech. And they told me my volume was frankly a crime,So I’m…

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  • Good Bones

    Before you get comfortable, let me give you the tour,This isn’t a heart that you’ve seen before.There are voices in the wall, a chill in the hall,and a portrait I’ve turned to face the wall.The last one who stayed tried to paint the walls white,but the shadows I live with bled through in the night.…

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  • Mirror of Lies

    You took my spark, called it divine.You forged the stars to spell my name.But your hands were smoke, your smile a show. you wore my warmth like stolen glow. I thought love could patch the breaks,but you just twisted till I ached. Mirror of lies, mirror of blame,I see your face, but it’s not the…

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  • Prepare for War

    You walk in soft, and I brace for the blow.You’re not him, but my body don’t know.I laugh too loud, then I shut down fast.Scared you’ll leave if I don’t make it last.You reach for me like it’s no big deal,and I flinch like love’s not supposed to heal. Your steady hands and quiet eyes.You…

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  • Between Stations

    I drove past the county line,where the signal bled to static snow. In the night humming with haunted songs,I chased a voice I used to know. Each station faltered with echoes, half a hymn, half borrowed breath.I spun the dial for one clear word,to pull a signal from the death.I’m not lost, I’m just between…

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  • The Right to Remain Cruel

    They wrap their hate in holy guise,call it mercy as innocence dies.Quote scripture like a butcher’s blade,and call the mutilation aid.They say it’s choice, they say it’s care,while breaking children mid-prayer.Freedom, they grin, with teeth too white,but freedom dies beneath their light.They call it speech, not damage, not sin.But if your words can cage a…

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  • Grid Lines

    I spread my life across the table,  maps I never understood.  The paper hums with silent echoes,  coastlines fading where I stood.  The rivers never flowed quite right,  the towns I cherished disappeared,just pressure-point fossils  of the world I once steered.  And I don’t know when the ink ran dry,  but I’ve been tracing ghosts…

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  • Shutdown Season

    The news keeps loading incessantly,even when I try to disconnect.Deadlines, protests, power plays—I hold them like shifting sandand wonder why my hands feel heavy.They say democracy is delicate,and so am I.My empathy’s overdrawn again,each headline a debt I can’t repay.I used to rage fiercely.Now I refresh quietly.Now I fold laundrywith the volume mutedand call that…

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  • Almost Friends

    We were almost something – we were almost friends.

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  • Still I Wake Up

    I know the headlines by heart—doom in bold, blood in italics.The oceans are rising,the rights are receding,and the scroll is endless.They say it’s selfishto want a quiet lifewhile the world is burning.But I’m done performing grief,done screaming my lungs rawfor a system riggedbefore I could read.Tired of giving namesto every kind of broken.But still, I…

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