The Words Were Never Meant To Leave
I never wrote this for claps, or praise from a crowd, I wrote because my head gets loud, and the thoughts won’t quiet down. Sometimes it’s pen and paper, sometimes notes in my phone,…
Imperfect Perfection
If you love my work, repost this poem, help me get this bastard heard. Not for ego, not for numbers, just one broken person per word. I never planned to be this loud, I…
My Brain Has Better WiFi on Paper
Ask me face to face what’s going on, I’ll say, “I’m sound” then waffle on. Make some joke, scratch my beard, change the subject, disappear. It’s not that I’ve got nowt to say, my…
The Machine Never Lived It
They say AI made my music, like I typed in pain and pressed create, like grief came with a download button and trauma turned up neatly on a plate. Fuck off. The poetry is…