A sharp, unapologetic atheist poem that exposes the absurdities of religion, superstition, and blind faith. Through dark humor and pointed critique, I challenge belief in gods, question morality, and celebrate reason over ritual.
Browsing Category Poetry
Welcome to the Poetry archive, a space where words bite, soothe, and ignite thought all at once. Here, I share poems that explore doubt, desire, humor, and rebellion—writing that moves beyond surface feelings into something raw, reflective, and sometimes uncomfortable.
This is a space to experience language in its most intense and intimate form. From rhythm and imagery to emotion and provocation, the poems here invite you to feel deeply, think critically, and maybe even question everything you thought you knew about the world—and yourself.
Where Are You?
In Where Are You, I explore the quiet ache of searching for what feels lost. The quiet tension between searching and waiting, exploring how we navigate uncertainty, memory. I reflect on the emotional landscape that forms when something important slips out of reach and how the patience required to trust it may return in its own time.
Have We Met Before?
This poem was born from that haunting moment of recognition—the sense that a stranger’s eyes hold memories you’ve forgotten. “Have We Met Before?” is a whisper from another life, a yearning for something lost yet familiar, where love and remembrance blur like shadows across time.
Still Time
This poem reflects on the quiet spaces between motion and memory—the pause before change, the echo after a dream. It’s about learning to breathe within the rush of time, to notice the small moments that keep us grounded even as everything continues to move forward.
The Red Flower
I wrote The Red Flower as a quiet reflection on observation and wonder. It’s about the fleeting moments that capture attention unexpectedly, the small details that stick with us, and how poetry can help us honor beauty and contemplation in the rhythm of daily life.
My Untold Story
Through “My Untold Story,” I wrestle with creation, control, and consequence. I watch my characters breathe, stumble, and fade within unfinished pages. This poem captures my intimate reflection on the creative process, the burden of imagination, and the ache of seeing the stories I long to tell remain untold.
Unquieted |
A Love Poem for Ménière’s Disease
I’ve lived with Ménière’s disease for decades. It’s not a guest that visits and leaves; it’s a tenant that moved in and rearranged the furniture of my life. Over the years, it’s taken my hearing bit by bit, replaced the stillness with a constant ringing, and turned ordinary days into unpredictable battles with balance.