The First Whisper

a place where the silence softens…

Welcome to the quiet you’ve carried for too long.
This is where the silence breaks…not with a scream,
but with the soft, deliberate tremble of truth.
Every poem here is a whisper you weren’t allowed to speak…until now.

…and ends with your first whisper.

The Latest Whisper to Break the Silence…

Dark figure cloaked in storm light stands among wilted flowers as crows circle overhead.

In His Embrace, I Slowly Died

He gave me what my father never could—then tore it away in the night. Beneath his caress, bruises bloomed. His words bewitched the ghosts of my heart. In his embrace, I withered, unseen by the world.

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Whisper of the Moment

“We are the ghosts we were told to silence.”

Recent Whispers You Might Have Missed…

A man clutches his head in despair inside a dark, vaulted corridor lined with gothic arches and shadows.

Mental Agony

Trapped in a corridor of hallucinations and horrors, a haunted soul questions reality, memory, and the mind’s last scream.

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two young men embracing under a moonlit sky beside a vintage car on a deserted road

Fast Cars & Fragile Hearts

Two boys in the wild West Country heat—one with a fast car, the other with a fast heart. They fled shame, found love, and left their bruises in the dust of open roads. A tragic, aching freedom lives on in the memory of speed and stars.

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Choose a whisper that matches your ache

A chained man leans into a horned figure cloaked in darkness by a stormy sea

Perverse Satisfaction in Pain

A lover’s betrayal becomes a quiet addiction, where kisses steal dreams and love wears chains. A confessional poem of desire, regret and pain disguised as intimacy.

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Blood-streaked sink in dim, tiled bathroom with chains and a shadowy mirror above

Danced the Razor’s Edge

A sorrowful meditation on betrayal and self-destruction, this poem dances the fine line between desperation and release. It bleeds with the ache of unrequited hope, where pain becomes prayer and silence becomes a scream.

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A sorrowful crowned woman stands in shadow before a barred window inside a dark stone fortress.

I Exist in Your Fortress

A soul imprisoned behind unseen walls, where sunlight never reaches and mockery reigns. Yet within the cold—a spark endures, whispering, “I exist.”

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Trace the thread of what shaped you

A distressed young man sits in a gothic nightclub as red neon tendrils wrap around him, surrounded by dancing and gossiping silhouettes

Injected Deep Veins

A gothic spoken-nightmare of gay clubbing, drugs and decay. “Injected Deep Veins” exposes the toxic pulse beneath the beats, where gossip, lust and longing turn into poison. The Candyman is always watching.

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Young man sits distressed while grotesque figures gossip and mock him in the shadows.

Gay Gossip Junkies

While shallow hearts pumped for equality, queens snorted and screamed their hypocrisy. A searing poem about betrayal, gossip and the dark undercurrents of toxic friendships within gay circles.

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He Whispered Love

A soft, aching meditation on the paradox of pain and affection. This free verse confession walks the fine line between abuse and yearning, revealing how love and fear can echo through memory in equal measure.

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→ Or let the form shape the fury for you

Hooded figure stands in a moonlit forest clearing, cloaked in shadows

Murderous Seduction

Beneath the moon’s deceitful glow, love coils around its prey — a dark waltz between devotion and the knife.

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A sorrowful crowned woman stands in shadow before a barred window inside a dark stone fortress.

I Exist in Your Fortress

A soul imprisoned behind unseen walls, where sunlight never reaches and mockery reigns. Yet within the cold—a spark endures, whispering, “I exist.”

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Shirtless man in leather stands in a shadowed dungeon corridor lined with chained, naked figures

Devils & Monsters

A fevered descent into an underworld of lust, shame and spectral flesh. This dark narrative poem explores gay identity in a world ruled by devils and monsters, where desire rots and redemption hides behind steel bars.

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