Category: Poetry and Lyrics

I have a fever that is you. Feel my lips, look at their blue, Touch my skin, how it burns too, Hear my heart, how it pumps for you. I have a fever; I have fallen ill. You are the disease, baby, you are the pill. A virus creeping under my skin, Your love is…

It hurts—my heart, a red bruise swelling beneath my skin,tight like a scream trapped in the throat of a dream.It coils in the ribcage,a beast pacing, pacing,snarling at the hollow where your name once curled,like smoke after rain. It hurts—my soul,like a flame-colored leaf,falling in the middle of summer,out of season,out of place,spun by winds…

My lighthouse shone bright, It guided my path. It was a focal point, Never knew wrath. Resilient it stayed, As the waves ran high, But one wave dared— With my lighthouse to try, And demolish everything, In the blink of an eye. I lost my lighthouse, The guide and the path, The safety it brought,…

A lonely soldier, Nowhere to belong, Serving at sea, Awaiting none. Marching through the waves, Alone at night, No trees, no soil, No creature of any kind. No one can see you, Sweating blood, Counting the distant lights, Forming lines as tears come. You remember your grandma, With her silver hair, She told you all…

…I gasp for air; for breath… I blow out my dear life, and gulp down my salty death… I can no longer fight the wind, the waves, the monster, the tide… So, sleep my heart! You too, my restless mind. Now my body shall never in this lifetime be mine. Now my screams, forever silenced…

If you’re ever bitten by a snake,Do you follow it, to blame it for the poison? No. But the reptile is now inside of me,Its venom degrading through my organs,Filling me with its poison, rushing in my veins— Like shadows crawling under my skin, Each pulse is a reminder, a hiss in the dark; It…

Oh, little birds on the roof of my house! How lucky you are to fly away every day, To fly high in the distance Free of everything! I’m here in my chains, Staring at your wings, Asking –  Can you sing my name? Can you hear my pain? Can you see me fading away? Losing…

I am in my Morrigan phase.   I might shift—raven to tiger, shadow to claw.   You might see three of me, layered across dimensions, watching, waiting.   Hunting your soul.   Am I scary? Yes. Morrigan does not beg. She does not plead.   She is the scream before the blade sinks deep.   She is the omen in the…