Veins of Corruption

A decayed throne stands in the ruins of a dark city, shadowed by a towering cathedral beneath storm clouds, symbolizing greed, deception, and moral decay.

When power wears a halo, can you still see the devil beneath?

Corruption:
leaders spinning for greed;
feet dragged in the filth of apathy.

Deception:
media hiding truths;
racing to their own gain without shame.

Perversion:
Church molesting God’s name;
prayers of consumed dishonesty.

—H, baptized in their lies and left to rot holy

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

shadowy beasts with glowing eyes advance on a ruined land while a mother shields her child

Beasts of Terror

A social micro-poem in 3–6–9 form that cries out against the silencing of truth. In a world overrun by beasts of terror, those who spoke were shamed, erased and left unheard.

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A pale, androgynous figure with hollow eyes stands in a dark, gothic forest while a shadowy snake coils behind them. In the distance, a masked silhouette emerges from the mist, evoking themes of betrayal and haunting identity. The image is painted in muted tones of black, gray, and brown.

Heterovert

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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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.

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Whispers from the Altar: More Poems of Faith and Fracture…

A haunting dark portrait of a man taking a selfie in a cracked mirror, his glowing eyes revealing a demonic presence.

The Selfie That Stole My Soul

Each click of the lens snatched a piece of light. Lucifer waits behind every pose. What if the image reflects not what we are but what we’ve lost?

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Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…

A shadowed child crouched in a rain-soaked forest, surrounded by mud and fading light.

When No One Saw and No One Heard

Buried beneath silence, a boy’s cries fade into the earth: unheard, unseen and unhealed.

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A haunting Gothic painting of two young men in a dim stone chamber; one with dark hair and a sinister gaze touches the other’s chest tenderly as candlelight glows between them, with moonlight filtering through a cracked arched window behind.

Naïve Boy and the Devil’s Kiss

He believed in beauty. He trusted honeyed words. But the devil danced too close—and a naïve boy burned under his kiss.

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A dimly lit gothic room with a wooden chair beneath a small window, a chain coiled on the cracked floor, and a faintly gleaming razor resting on a shelf behind.

The Cold Chain

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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