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…

Bare-chested man bound in chains, silenced and shadowed by a dark demonic figure

You Took Away My Voice

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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A solemn young man stands near an open wooden door in a gothic hallway, lit by a faint glow behind him

Coming Out Call-Out

A fire-charged spoken word poem confronting homophobia, double standards and the burden of gay visibility. With biting rhythm and rising fury, it demands the same accountability from straight society it demands of us.

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A hooded executioner stands over a kneeling prisoner, guided by a priest, as a raven circles above a castle crowd

They Came for Me

A gothic prose poem whispered from the block. As a condemned soul walks toward his final moment, time slows, beauty sharpens and memory bleeds through silence. He does not beg — he remembers.

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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.

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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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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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