If you abandoned your dreams, this one’s for you.
A collection of poems for those who wander, wonder, and sometimes get lost along the way.
This collection is available for free through AlònTala Publishing. You can read it, keep it, or share it with someone who might need it.
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The Hollow
They say I smile, they say I shine—
But none of that reflection’s mine.
I laugh at all the proper times,
And feel no echo in the lines.
There is no sorrow, no despair,
Just static in the thinning air.
Not pain—just peace that doesn’t stay,
A numbness where I fade away
But none of that reflection’s mine.
I laugh at all the proper times,
And feel no echo in the lines.
There is no sorrow, no despair,
Just static in the thinning air.
Not pain—just peace that doesn’t stay,
A numbness where I fade away
The Flame
I live in rooms that feel too tight,
That dim the soul and shade the light.
But still it burns, this untamed thread—
A living warmth I’ve never shed.
I fear what might become of me,
If I let go, if I break free—
But one thing’s true, despite the doubt:
I will not snuff this flame out.
That dim the soul and shade the light.
But still it burns, this untamed thread—
A living warmth I’ve never shed.
I fear what might become of me,
If I let go, if I break free—
But one thing’s true, despite the doubt:
I will not snuff this flame out.
The Godless Lie
So let me scream. Let me defy.
I was never meant to live this lie.
And if they curse me, let them speak—
I’ve found the power they tried to bleed.
The gods don’t kneel. We never did.
That lie was taught, and so we hid.
But now the mask has cracked. I see—
The only god I need is me
I was never meant to live this lie.
And if they curse me, let them speak—
I’ve found the power they tried to bleed.
The gods don’t kneel. We never did.
That lie was taught, and so we hid.
But now the mask has cracked. I see—
The only god I need is me
The Coronation
I am the crown—not something worn,
But something born,
Forged in marrow, flame, and scorn.
I am the god they tried to burn—
But from the ash, I still return.
I am not asking to be seen.
I shine because I chose to gleam.
I do not kneel. I do not flee.
I name my throne: Divinity.
But something born,
Forged in marrow, flame, and scorn.
I am the god they tried to burn—
But from the ash, I still return.
I am not asking to be seen.
I shine because I chose to gleam.
I do not kneel. I do not flee.
I name my throne: Divinity.