Delicious Sins and the Devil’s Whisper

a young man and a horned demon face each other in a dimly lit scene, the demon offering a glowing hand mirror

The Devil didn’t tempt me; he merely showed me the mirror.

My father laid me before Lucifer,
and he wrapped me in a masculine tongue.
He said I would commit delicious sins,
but my true beauty would remain unsung.

The saints opened their ears, but failed to hear
so demons drew black bile and blood from me.
Velvet rage caused my spirit to submit
while the woke raped language to “set me free”.

Haunted by phantoms of my perverse past,
I sacrificed God to free their egos.
Swirls of empty promises and soiled love
caused my life to vanish into echoes.

While Lucifer devoured my dead child’s soul,
men defiled with their insidious goals.

—H, where faith burns, sin sings I never posted.

Whispers from the Wound: More Grief Poems to Mourn…

A grieving man kneels on a bridge surrounded by scattered chess pieces, while ghostly figures speak behind him and a glowing silhouette waits in the distance

Ceased to Be Seen

A haunting poem of grief, invisibility and emotional exile. After the death of a singular connection, one speaker watches themselves fade from a world too distracted to care.

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A monochromatic gothic painting of a wilted, rotting plant rooted in cracked soil beneath a storm-darkened sky, with a faint rainbow breaking through the clouds—symbolizing decay, neglect, and a fragile yearning for hope.

When Roots Rot

Grown in filth without the warmth of nurture, this sorrowful bloom tells of roots strangled by deceit and veins longing for colour. A wilted soul sways in storms, aching for the tender promise of a rainbow.

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

A boy with bound hands kneels alone beneath a red moon, while distant figures dance along the shoreline.

Bound in Darkness

A blood-stained sonnet of abuse and survival, told beneath the Celtic moon. A cry from the dark, where no one listened, not even God.

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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.

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Man screaming and reaching out from a dark bed, haunted by a shadowy figure in the background.

Tormented Love

I laid all my bets on men I hadn’t met; strangers on the street, and hoped they wouldn’t cheat. This poignant lyric poem captures the aching contradiction of longing for love after being emotionally ravaged by it.

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Whispers in Meter: More Sonnets to Unfold…

A boy with bound hands kneels alone beneath a red moon, while distant figures dance along the shoreline.

Bound in Darkness

A blood-stained sonnet of abuse and survival, told beneath the Celtic moon. A cry from the dark, where no one listened, not even God.

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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.

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A solitary man stands in shadow beside a cold window and dying fire, while a blurred dancefloor glows behind him like a distant memory.

Sparkling Emerald Eyes

A tender sonnet of longing, intimacy, and deep loss. Through sensual recollections of winter nights and moonlit passion, one man mourns the love he can never hold again.

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