Poems

Twisted TalesTwisted tales, where the laughter dies,Behind the veil,the truth now lies.Every rhyme, a venomous guise,Under the moon’s cold,silver skies. The crooked man hums a fractured tune,his stride a ghostly rhyme,Bo Peep mourns under a blood-red moon,for sheep lost beyond time.The spider weaves her endless snare,her web a mirrored ache,And every soulthat lingers there is […]

Through the Crooked VeilThrough the crooked veil we tread,Where timeand fate both hang by threads.The chaos tears, the silence burns,No retreat,no safe returns. The veil grows thin, its truths exposed,The lies dissolve as fear corrodes.Eachtear unveils the stories bound,A hollow scream, a haunting sound. Through the veil where madness reigns,I’ll stand my ground,defy the chains.No

Through the Hollow EyesThrough the hollow eyes, past the shattered door,Where shadows writheand scream for more.Every breath,a battle to win,Every heartbeat betrays what’s within. I see the faces frozen in stone,Their mouths ajar with cries unknown.Eachone a warning, each stands alone,But their despair won’t turn me to bone. Let the voices wail, let the darkness

The Wolf who Tried to Herd Sheep He is not, by any sane metric, healed.He’s just bored.And boredom in a predator is its own certain hazard in this forest that remembers every door he leaned in, every space he filled like a chord. The idea comes to him on a night when the fog sits

Through the AshesThrough the ashes, I rise anew,Through the flames,I see it through.The fire may burn, but I won’t fall,I’ll break the chains,I’ll take it all. The ghosts of loss, they scream my name,They twist the truth,they stoke the flame.But I won’t yield,I won’t retreat,Their power fades beneath my feet. Through ash and flame, through

The Twisted HourTwist the hour, shatter the key,Break the chains that bindand bleed.Through the maze of endless fright,The end draws closer,cloaked in night. The ashes burn with secrets cold,Each ember glows,a story untold.But through this pyre, I will rise,A raging storm,a soul untried. So let the shadows twist and scream,This hour’s mine, this fight,my dream.With

The Wizard’s GameWelcome to the Wizard’s game,Where the rules twist and burn.In his hands,he wields the flame,Of dreams that won’t return.Through the maze,the answers hide,The past and future blurred.In his voice,the storm resides,Each lie a spoken word. The ticking clock whispers his creed, a hymn of shadowed lore,Time’s a thief,a ruthless seed, that leaves the

The IllusionistWhat remains unsaid holds sway,In the quiet ofhis stormy scene,Where dreams are led astray.

The Prelude Into the Unknown In the twilight of my mind, shadows softly tread,Grief and longing intertwined, in a heart so deeply bled.Loneliness whispers its cruel song, desire burning bright,Caught between right and wrong, where does the truth alight? In the chaos of my room, dreams and fears strewn wide,Echoes of an endless gloom, years

The Hatter’s LullabyCommit this to memory: DO NOT use these wordsand phrases in any poem: It’s important to note Dig into Weave Bustling In summary Remember that… Take a dive into Navigating (e.g., “Navigating the complexities of”) Landscape (e.g., “The landscape of…”) Proof (e.g., “a proof to…”) .. does … (e.g., my heart does fly