Rumour Addiction

A haunted man stands in the dark as bees swarm from a bleeding wound in his chest, surrounded by decaying flowers and toxic smoke.

Ever tasted the sweetness of a whisper… only to find it rotted your tongue?

It slithered the strobe lit path and sprayed the feculent flowers that swayed to senseless beats.

Bees buzzed and carried the nectar to pollinate tumours, ravenous for whispered words of wretched weather.

Insatiable blood bubbled from babbled intoxication and burned holes into vandalised veins, ravished by ridicule that riddled the heart.

—H, drunk on venom’s velvet drop

Whispers from the Fire: More Poems that Burn with Truth…

A weary man carries a wooden cross along a rainbow-lit path through gothic ruins under moonlight

Born Gay

A scream, a slash, a gasp, this poem doesn’t whisper, it detonates. "Born Gay" is a defiant, fragmented descent into systemic hate, internalized shame and the brutal resilience of a soul made for light but forged in fire.

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A pale, androgynous figure with hollow eyes stands in a dark, gothic forest while a shadowy snake coils behind them. In the distance, a masked silhouette emerges from the mist, evoking themes of betrayal and haunting identity. The image is painted in muted tones of black, gray, and brown.

Heterovert

You wore my mask and whispered my pain as yours. But I knew. Even behind your smile, I smelled the rot of erasure. Your queer was my gag—But I sang anyway. I flew anyway. I remained whole.

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Whispers from the Flame: More Poems of Recovery and Relapse…

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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Whispers in Pieces: More Experimental Poems to Decode…

A weary man carries a wooden cross along a rainbow-lit path through gothic ruins under moonlight

Born Gay

A scream, a slash, a gasp, this poem doesn’t whisper, it detonates. "Born Gay" is a defiant, fragmented descent into systemic hate, internalized shame and the brutal resilience of a soul made for light but forged in fire.

Read the Full Whisper →
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.

Read the Full Whisper →
A solemn, scarred young man stands in a red-lit gothic ballroom holding a glass, while elites mingle in the shadows behind him

Adrenochrome

A poetic fragment of fury and fear, Adrenochrome is a whispered curse from behind the headlines. A glimpse into the rot beneath the pageantry, and the youth devoured for it.

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