The Infinite Repetition of a Pink‑Clad Madman

April 14th does not progress.
It repeats.
And repeats.
And repeats again.

It is the day caught in its own echo,
a looped corridor of hours
that refuse to move forward,
a calendar glitch
that feels almost intentional.

On this day,
time folds like a sheet of paper
creased too many t…Read More

Roack-a-bye, Baby

I know no other way
the weight of his absence presses
aching…waiting…
begging for his return
as nights close in
shadow draping me in yearning
the remembrance nearly blistering
moments of fierce and desperate
thundering of twin beats
throb piercing me
and I cannot…will not…forget
saturation a constant
as…Read More

A Monday of Opposites and Gravitational Longing

13th arrives
with the blunt honesty of a Monday
that refuses to disguise itself.

It is a day built on opposites,
light leaning against shadow,
certainty dissolving into doubt,
the heart pulling forward
while the mind drags its feet.

Everything contradicts everything.
Everything…Read More