What happens when those who warn are the first to be devoured?
Full of hate,
they rushed across the land;
we cried while beasts of terror arrived.
Men erased
from the gullible minds;
women and children could pose no threat.
Shamed online,
if you raised the warning
that leaders cared not if you survived.
—H, exiled for shouting what others refused to hear
This poem follows a 3–6–9 syllabic structure – a form inspired by Nikola Tesla’s theory of energy, rhythm and repetition.
A fierce, defiant protest against forced silence and psychological abuse, this poem exposes the cruelty of control, the violence of censorship, and the quiet war waged against a soul struggling to speak.
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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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Beneath polished speeches and pious robes, corruption festers—its breath thick with greed, its fingers stained by lies, its prayers dripping with perversion.
Read the Full Whisper →Beneath polished speeches and pious robes, corruption festers—its breath thick with greed, its fingers stained by lies, its prayers dripping with perversion.
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In this 3-6-9 micro-poem, a tiger becomes the metaphor for a wild, forbidden love that both captures and awakens. A brief moment of rebirth burns within the embrace of danger.
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A glimmer in the dark — his eyes searching for solace where none exists, finding only the cold chain of his own despair.
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