Abuse & Survival
These poems are stitched from the silence that followed pain. They speak in flashbacks, in guarded lines, in metaphors sharp enough to protect. Survival here isn’t pretty; it’s raw, trembling and true. And still, the voice rises.
When we write what we weren’t allowed to say.
Mental Agony
Trapped in a corridor of hallucinations and horrors, a haunted soul questions reality, memory, and the mind's last scream.
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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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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.
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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.”
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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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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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In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
He gave me what my father never could—then tore it away in the night. Beneath his caress, bruises bloomed. His words bewitched the ghosts of my heart. In his embrace, I withered, unseen by the world.
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Murderous Seduction
Beneath the moon’s deceitful glow, love coils around its prey — a dark waltz between devotion and the knife.
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Delicious Sins and the Devil’s Whisper
He was the first to offer me to darkness, wrapped in the tongue of devils and clothed in unsung beauty. The saints looked away as demons drank deeply, while false freedom spoke in poisoned hymns. I vanished into echoes—faith shattered, innocence devoured.
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