Veins of Corruption: Greed, Lies and Hollow Prayers

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…

Young man sits distressed while grotesque figures gossip and mock him in the shadows.

Gay Gossip Junkies: Poisoned by Their Own Lies

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 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 in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…

shirtless man embraced by a tiger in a dark, intimate scene

Fierce Hunt – Captured by Love’s Wild Power

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

Beasts of Terror – When Warnings Were Silenced

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 sorrowful crowned woman stands in shadow before a barred window inside a dark stone fortress.

I Exist in Your Fortress: A Cry from the Shadows

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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