Adrenochrome

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

Ever wonder what the cameras don’t show — and who’s already been devoured by the time the lights come on?.

Abuse hidden by stars and lights
Drained the adolescence.
Royalty wandered the dark swamps,
Eating the life essence.

News websites failed to expose them
Offering bottled youth.
Children did not just disappear;
Hollywood knew the truth.

Roses flooded the red carpets;
OH they remained discreet.
Mapped secret rooms filled with sauces,
Enjoyed by the elite.

—H, bleeding truth through fractured whispers

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

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.

Read the Full Whisper →
Small figure stands surrounded by towering shadowy giants in a desolate, smoky landscape

Fearless Giants

A lyrical cry against the double standards of voice and silence, this poem challenges the unchecked power of those deemed untouchable while the speaker is forced to kneel, apologize and disappear.

Read the Full Whisper →

Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…

Shirtless man bound in chains and blindfolded by glowing light, shadowed by a demonic figure in a ruined cathedral

You Blinded Me

A volatile dance between love and control, this poem traces a kiss that shackled more than the body. Blinded by a lover’s charm and diseased spirit, the speaker falls into submission, where even affection carries the weight of a weapon.

Read the Full Whisper →
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.”

Read the Full Whisper →
Gothic vampire feeding on a victim under a full moon, with a looming werewolf in the shadows.

When Blood Calls to the Moon

A Gothic horror poem where bloodlust and moonlight intertwine — when death becomes both a prison and a dark seduction.

Read the Full Whisper →

Whispers in Pieces: More Experimental Poems to Decode…

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

Rumour Addiction

Along strobe-lit streets the gossip creeps, spraying rotten blossoms while hungry bees sip spoilt nectar. Every whispered word a seed of rot.

Read the Full Whisper →
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 →