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I Whispered His Name to Death

I remember the first time I saw him, 

He was arrogant and loud,

He still is to this day, 

He is a man swollen with a twisted belief,

That nothing in this world stood above him. 

The rules bend around him like frightened servants.

He is a true menace in plain sight. 

Yet everyone adored him, 

They worshipped the man who never loses, 

The man who lives for the race, 

The man who runs, 

As if Death itself could never catch him.

But I saw the truth in him, 

He is a thief wearing a crown    

And then there was her, 

The girl I loved in silence for a year, 

From the shadows, 

From the corners where my eyes could linger, 

Without ever being seen.

She was perfect. 

Too perfect for the world that surrounded her. 

Her smile was soft, 

Like something sacred only meant for me.

She was supposed to be mine, 

And he noticed me staring at her. 

He looked at her, 

Then at me, 

And asked if she’s mine. 

I froze. 

Just for a moment. 

A single moment too long, 

And that was all he needed.

He walked over to her, 

As if she were a prize, 

Waiting to be claimed. 

He made her laugh in ways

I had rehearsed a thousand times in my head. 

Her smile widened for him, 

Her voice was soft and gentle, 

Sweet enough to haunt my dreams. 

Her body leaned toward him, 

And his hand rested against her arm,

Like it had always belonged there. 

She was supposed to be mine, 

And he stole her from me, 

Like it was nothing to him, 

Like taking a coin from a beggar’s hand. 

So I confronted him. 

I demanded what was mine,

And he laughed, 

Laughed like I was a joke

God forgot to finish writing. 

Then he offered me a race for her. 

He would even give me a head start. 

He asked with a wicked smile, 

“How badly do you want her?” 

He knew. 

He knew I couldn’t beat him. 

But I ran anyway. 

Because she was watching. 

Surely she would see the truth. 

Surely she would see that he was a monster.

A man who didn’t deserve her. 

A man who would treat her like another trophy, 

To hang on his wall.

I looked back,

And saw her clinging to him, 

Looking at him like he was a god. 

Why couldn’t she see what I see? 

I ran, 

I ran until my lungs burned, 

Slowed down a little, 

Not even sure if I was close to the finish line,

I had to look back, 

Not understanding her devotion, 

To her new god she just met. 

As I was looking back, 

He started running, 

And he was already past me, 

Eyes locked on the finish line, 

Not even acknowledging me. 

What happened to my head start? 

He won. 

Of course he won. 

Years passed. 

He never stops running, 

He never stops flaunting her in my face, 

She has his children now. 

He doesn’t care about her,

The way I do, 

He doesn’t love her, 

The way I do, 

He stole her from me, 

Because it amused him. 

Because it was a game to him. 

I hate him. 

I hate him in ways that poison the blood. 

Every breath I take tastes like him. 

Every night his laughter crawls through my skull. 

I cannot outrun him. 

I cannot beat him. 

But there is one thing that can. 

I whisper his name to Death. 

Softly. 

Over and over again. 

Like a prayer spoken in the dark. 

Death listens.

Death is patient. 

Death waits for the right door. 

And when Death finally knocks on his door, 

I will be waiting. 

Take him. 

Break him. 

Make him feel the terror, 

Of being chased.

Let him run, 

Until his legs shatter, 

Until his lungs drown in fear.

Make him understand what it feels like to lose. 

I would gladly give my life, 

For that moment. 

Take my breath. 

Take my soul. 

Take every second I have left. 

Just for a chance,

For him to see Death. 

A Little Race with Death

People have said that I’ve gone mad,

But they don’t understand,

I have always needed something to outrun. 

I’m obsessed with racing the very best. 

Obsessed with tasting victory like it’s rum,

Letting it burn my throat,

Letting it scorch my insides. 

Winning is a flavor I savor slowly. 

I roll it across my tongue,

And swallow it whole. 

It is sweeter than candy,

Sweeter than love,

Sweeter than prayer, 

I refuse to let go of its taste, 

It’s irresistible and delicious.

I refuse to lose, 

And I don’t care what I have to lose. 

Or who.

Winning is the only god I bow to. 

The only altar I kneel at. 

The only voice I obey.

No one can beat me. 

No one ever has. 

No one ever will. 

Death comes knocking at my door one evening. 

Not gently. 

It says my time has expired, 

And my body belongs to it.

My wife collapses at my feet,

Crying, begging, praying

My children cling to her like loose fabric in a storm.

Their fear irritates me. 

Death just stands in the doorway,

Tall and patient, 

Certain it has won. 

I feel it creeping into my lungs,

Freezing them from the inside out. 

And my legs tremble, 

For the first time in my life, 

I feel slow. 

So I make a proposal, 

A race. 

I tell Death I will run for my life. 

That I had beaten better opponents than it. 

Death laughs, 

And whispers I’m already halfway gone,

My life alone is not enough of a wager 

I smile, 

And tell Death if I lose the race, 

It can have me, my wife and my children, 

Death pauses,

Saying it’s not their time,

I shrug and respond I’ll make it their time.

My wife gasps, 

And says my name like she doesn’t recognize me. 

I don’t look at her or my children,

Winning requires sacrifice. 

Death laughs harder than before, 

At her horror. 

At my devotion.

And decides to accept my challenge. 

Death offers me time to prepare, 

But I refuse,

Because I never needed time. 

Only a finish line.

The race begins without warning,

No starting pistol or countdown. 

Just my heart trying to abandon me. 

Death moves like smoke beside me, 

Effortless. 

Unbothered by me. 

The ground beneath us fractures into shadow. 

Each step feels stolen from eternity. 

My lungs collapse inward. 

Blood fills my mouth. 

My vision splinters at the edges, 

And Death pulls ahead. 

Its fingers brushes my shoulder, 

Cold. 

Certain it had won. 

But I lean, 

I lean like I’ve never leaned before, 

And I cross first. 

There is silence. 

Death stands at the line,

Defeated. 

Studying me. 

Bewildered that I have bested it. 

Death admits I have won.   

I collapse. 

Gasping for air. 

But I am alive. 

My wife rushes to me. 

My children sob against my body. 

Their hands tremble with relief. 

I push them away. 

Their touch feels small, 

And means nothing to me. 

I am staring at Death. 

At the thing that had never been beaten. 

And I had beaten it. 

The rush floods me, 

Hotter than blood, 

Sharper than oxygen, 

I stand slowly,

And ask for one more little race

Death tilts its head. 

I explain that one victory proves nothing.

My wife begs me to stop. 

Calls it a miracle that I won. 

But it wasn’t a miracle. 

This was proof.

Proof that I was faster than the inevitable. 

Stronger than the grave.

Better than the end. 

I demand for Death to race me again. 

Death studies me longer this time. 

And says that I barely survived, 

I grinned, 

Then I barely needed to win. 

The sky darkened.

Death began to fade. 

And say that I cannot outrun it forever. 

I laugh. 

And respond I don’t need forever. 

I only need to beat it again and again. 

My wife whispers that I’m scaring her, 

And I finally look at her, 

And realize something important.

When I crossed that finish line, 

I felt more alive than I ever had holding her. 

More complete than the day our children were born. 

Because they were never my greatest achievement. 

Winning was. 

Death starts to disappear. 

I call out to Death,

It pauses. 

Death feels something new with me. 

Not fear. 

Hunger. 

I let Death know that I’ll find it. 

The room feels colder.  

I’ll chase illness. 

I’ll chase war.

I’ll even chase rooftops and speeding cars. 

Just so I can put myself in Death’s path, 

Until it has no choice. 

My wife starts crying. 

Death watches her, 

Then looks back at me. 

For the first time, 

It smiles at me. 

It whispers that it’s looking forward to it. 

Then Death vanishes. 

I step outside, 

And begin running. 

Running away from my family, 

And running towards Death, 

Because now I understand something. 

It isn’t life I’m trying to preserve.

It’s victory.

A high that rushes my veins, 

And has me eager for more, 

And there may come a day, 

When Death finally wins, 

But it won’t be because I slowed down. 

It will be because I asked for one last race, 

Just a little race with Death. 

Love in the Margins

I remember the first day that we met,

You were lost and asking for directions to a formal event,

You were attending alone,

It was the same that I was going to as well,

And I was also attending alone. 

You were a sight to behold,

You wore a beautiful red dress that traced your silhouette effortlessly,

Lipstick the perfect shade of bold, 

Long black hair resting gently on your shoulder.

Light brown eyes that caught mine,

And refused to let go. 

We would walk together to the event,

We stayed almost instinctively close to each other,

We laughed like we had known each other longer than a night,

The connection between us was pure and easy,

It felt right to be with you, 

To guide you to the event. 

When we made it to the event,

I thought we would go our separate ways, 

But you wanted to be with me,

You still wanted us to be together,

You didn’t want any limitations. 

And it felt natural being with you,

I had never wanted close proximity with someone,

Never wanted to see a smile up close,

Never wanted to memorize every detail about a person, 

Could you be something more to me?

Could you be my opportunity to experience real love? 

Could the possibilities be endless for us? 

We were close after the event,

And you wanted us to be closer that night,

Closer than conversation, 

Closer than laughter,

But I hesitated, 

Because I knew crossing that line, 

Would mean I could never return to who I was before. 

So I went home and pretended restraint was strength,

But my imagination betrayed me, 

I pictured staying with you all night,

Pictured the red dress falling like surrender,

Pictured us closing the space that we pretended not to feel. 

We kept growing closer, 

Learning each other’s fears and dreams, 

You had me all to yourself,

I skipped obligations,

Let responsibilities blur, 

Bent pieces of myself, 

Just to fit into your world. 

I wanted you to be the one, 

The one I crossed the line for, 

The one I learned love with for the first time,

But then you shook my world,

With a confession that would change everything. 

Someone else already had your heart. 

You were committed and anchored somewhere else, 

But you still wanted me, 

You told me I could have a place too, 

Just not the whole place. 

There would be boundaries.

There would be limits.

And that’s when the real battle began,

Things were now different and apparent,

Every time I moved closer,

I felt the invisible wall. 

Every laugh was followed by restraint

Every touch carried hesitation,

Every hope came with a disclaimer. 

I was fighting to claim space,

In a heart that was already occupied, 

But I told myself love is complex,

Love isn’t always clean,

Maybe real love has its limits.  

But deep down I wanted something more,

I wanted something reckless and whole,

I wanted something with no rules,

I did not want borrowed time,

Nor did I want shared devotion,

I wanted love without footnotes,

Without conditions or margins,

And you could not give that to me, 

So I had to let you go. 

But I wonder now, 

Was I foolish to walk away? 

Should I have accepted the space you offered me? 

Should I have learned to love in the margins?

The Monster Behind Me

It comes every night. 

Right when the world goes quiet, 

And the lights stop pretending they protect me. 

It’s never in front of me,

It stays behind me. 

Always behind me, 

Although this is scary, 

This is strangely comforting for me, 

Because I know where it will always be. 

This monster frightens me, 

My skin tightens when it’s near, 

And my heartbeat forgets its rhythm, 

And becomes a broken hymn swallowed by the dark.

It’s always so close to me, 

I can hear it breathing through the dark, 

It’s wet and slow, 

Like it’s savoring the thought of me, 

It wants me hollow, 

It wants me shaking, 

It wants me alive long enough to enjoy, 

Savoring the thought of eating me alive. 

So I run away from it, 

Not because I think I’ll escape, 

But because stopping feels worse, 

Stopping means I have to finally face it, 

So I run until my legs burn,

I run until my thoughts blur, 

I run until exhaustion feels like mercy. 

They say if I turn around and face it,

Something different will happen,

Something new will come my way, 

They say it will lose its power, 

They say it feeds on my fear,

But what if they’re wrong? 

What if it’s stronger when seen? 

What if it’s waiting for me to finally look at it? 

I can’t face it like a madman, 

With eyes wide open, 

Pretending to be brave,

When all I can feel is terror in my heart, 

If I turn around and it’s real, 

If I turn around and it smiles, 

What happens after that? 

I refuse to find out, 

I can’t face the unknown, 

I have to keep running. 

And running. 

And running away from it, 

That’s the choice I have to choose. 

It torments me in unimaginable ways,

It drags my mind through every failure, 

Every unfinished dream, 

Every version of myself that didn’t survive,

And I only keep running,

And enduring all the nightmares it inflicts on me. 

I want to believe there’s hope,

I want to believe I’m braver than this,

But that’s just wishful thinking.

I’m stuck in my own ways,

I’m used to running from it, 

I’m used to the sound it makes when it’s close, 

I’m used to how it keeps me low and alone,

I’m used to it nibbling at me, 

Piece by piece,

Taking things that can’t be replaced, 

Until I don’t recognize what’s left of me. 

This monster will always follow me. 

This monster will always be behind me. 

I don’t run to escape it anymore, 

I run to pretend it hasn’t already won. 

The Sound of You Still Echoes

I can’t help but think about our old kingdom, 

Remembering all the unnecessary papers in the room,

Stacked and spread around like skyscrapers in a city, 

It was a world of pure imagination, 

Paradise found in an unexpected place, 

Built simply by listening to you,

Listening to the way you loved your saxophone

I wish I could go back to those days with you once more, 

Why did those days ever have to go?

I remember the songs you used to play, 

Especially my two favorite songs, 

I can still hear the notes now,

Still feel the vibrations settle in my chest, 

I felt your love for music, 

Before I ever understood it. 

I watched you practice with intention,

Study with seriousness, 

Refuse distraction,

And be fully devoted to your craft, 

Something you truly loved. 

And that’s why your sound was always different,  

And why no one else could ever compare. 

I loved hearing you play jazz,

But gospel was something else entirely.

When you played,

I could feel your love for God,

It poured through every note,

And it was like a quiet offering of yourself to Him. 

You knew your talent came from Him, 

And you gave it back freely. 

Your praise didn’t need words. 

Your love for God lived in the music. 

You knew the songs I loved the most, 

You told me you were learning them,

Studying them carefully, 

Excited to show me what you’d been working on,

Eager to teach me, 

In ways I didn’t yet understand. 

You taught me the value of effort in music, 

And how it’s impactful in family and relationships. 

You showed me how to pour into others,

Shared how love and kindness carry weight,

Shared that what lives in your heart,

Will always translate through your work. 

I remember you saying people feel love,

And they’re moved by it, 

When it’s real. 

I learned so much from watching you play,

You taught me the meaning of hard work, 

The beauty of devotion, 

The power of knowledge, 

The simplicity of love,

The discipline that keeps it honest,

And the faith that anchored it all. 

Thank you for teaching me so much,

The sound of your lessons still lives with me, 

The sound of your love reminds me to be gentle and kind,

Not be afraid to give fully to others and to myself, 

The sound of you still speaks to my heart, 

The sound of you still echoes. 

The Choice to Wake

I want to wake from this long slumber, 

I’m tired of sleeping with my eyes open,

Afraid I’ll never know the moment,

When morning finally comes. 

The darkness is heavy here. 

Shadows stretch across endless halls, 

The only sound here is fear, 

Echoing its own lies back to me, 

As silence presses in, 

Doubt feels louder than truth. 

I wait for another voice, 

Not the whispers that keep me small, 

But a voice that calls me higher, 

That dares me to see beyond, 

Far from the walls of night and closed doors. 

I don’t want darkness to be all I know. 

I don’t want sleep to feel like safety anymore. 

It’s time to wake up.

It’s time for a new day to begin. 

Help me believe when my eyes adjust to the light. 

Help me choose truth when lies feel familiar. 

I choose You over this, 

I choose You over fear, 

I choose You over comfort, 

I choose You over deception. 

I reject the whispers that say I’m trapped. 

I reject the lies that say night is permanent. 

For I know truth is the light that breaks the dark. 

I know truth doesn’t just wake me. 

I know it saves me. 

I know it frees me. 

I Chose What I Knew

I miss you today,
Not in the way love demands,
But in the quiet ways that linger.
I miss our conversations,
The laughter that came easily,
The adventures that felt simple.
But more than anything,
I miss the friendship we once held,
And I wish it could still live here.

I remember the day you told me you loved me.
I didn’t know what to say.
It surprised me,
Not because it wasn’t sincere,
It was because my heart didn’t know how to meet yours there.

So I told you I had love for you too,
Trying to be careful with my words,
Making it clear that I’m talking about friendship,
Hoping that would be enough.
Then I tried to move forward
As if nothing had changed,
Pretending the moment hadn’t shifted us.
I knew it wasn’t fair,
But I was trying to protect us,
And what we already had.

You grew bolder with your hope.
You asked me, quietly and then clearly,
To imagine more with you.
And I chose not to see the signs,
Not because I didn’t value you,
But because I valued the safety of what we were.

I couldn’t envision love with you.
I couldn’t force a feeling
That wasn’t growing inside me.
And you deserved someone who was certain about you.
Someone who could choose love without hesitation.

I was content being your friend.
I was grateful for where we stood.
But you asked me to take a leap of faith,
And I chose something else,
I didn’t choose fear,
But I chose honesty.
I placed my faith in truth over desire,
In clarity over confusion.
We weren’t meant to walk the same path forward,
And I finally learned to accept that.

So yes, I miss you today.
I miss the time, the closeness, the ease we once had,
But I don’t regret the choice I made.

You walked away because friendship wasn’t enough for you,
And I respect that.
But friendship was enough for me.
It was safe.
It was genuine.
It meant everything in the way I knew how to give.

I didn’t choose love,
Not because I lacked it,
But because I didn’t understand it back then.I chose what I knew.
And today,
I’m grateful for what we were,
Even if we couldn’t become more.

Why Are You Gone?

It hurts to see you like this,

You’re just here and not really present,

Alive but no longer there inside,

Just an empty shell,

I just miss you so much,

And it’s hard to be around you now,

I wish I could have you back,

It would be nice to have our usual talks again,

Write letters to each other again,

Listen to jazz again,

Why can’t I have those good times again?

Why can’t you come back?

Why is life much more grey without you?

Why are you gone?

I Like Me Today

Today is a good day for me,

I’m feeling so much better about myself today,

And I feel like others don’t mind having me around today,

And I’m happy about that,

I am happy with myself today.

I wish I could feel like this all the time,

But that’s just wishful thinking on my part,

I just can’t do that every day,

Maybe one day I can,

But tomorrow will be a different story,

For now I will not worry about tomorrow,

I’ll just enjoy today,

I’ll just be thankful for today,

But I can’t wait to have another day like this day again.