Poems

Day Four The Unseen Bond (2) Day Four The Unseen BondBy day four, our competition had taken on a life of its own—it wasn’t merely about outdoing one another anymore; it was about shared experiences weaving together memories rich with laughter and vulnerability. Each night brought us closer—the whispered confessions creating an intricate fabric of […]

Daytime Escape Daytime EscapeWe rose before dawn, tossed clothes into a duffel bag, and slipped out into the quiet. Our car wound through mist-shrouded back roads, windows down to breathe in the spring air. Fields of wildflowers blurred by; songbirds heralded the morning as we sang along to an old road-trip mixtape.Midday found us a

Cold wind howl my silent cry Cold wind howl my silent cryNo more questions no more whyIn toxic peace we say goodbyeDark truth beneath a pale skyWatch him fall his strength fade awayBeneath the moonlight shadows playNo more screams no more dismayTomorrow mourns a deadly yesterday[Return2 (No Manor, No names- Pronouns only) Shoutz of PainShoutz

Dance unseen yet aware Dance unseen yet awareHands pressed against misted veil

Chains of the Forgotten Chains of the ForgottenDisturbed Style, Dark Metal In the depths of night, I hear them screamEchoes of the lost, trapped in their dreamsChained to the shadows, forgotten in timeEach step I take, another twisted crimeVoices in the dark, they call my titleI’m bound by the chains of eternal shameTheir faces are

Bitter, unseen. Bitter, unseen.You wake in the morning, with the world the door,But you’re still in the crawlspace,Still rotten to the core.Final Refrain (sustained, fractured):Unseen sins crawl,Under the skin,No light in this room,Only darkness within.

Bouquet for the Forgotten Bouquet for the ForgottenBeneath the moonlight, I see her faceA lover’s ghost, with a cold embraceHer lips are pale, her touch is deathA graveyard kiss, with every breathGraveyard kiss, in the dead of nightLove th’s lost, but feels so rightShe whispers softly, then fades awayGraveyard kiss, I’m here to stayHer eyes

Behind Closed Eyes Behind Closed Eyes A world of silence where shadows creep,In the dark, secrets buried deep,Behind closed eyes, I see the lies,Reality’s shattered, but no one tries.The clock ticks louder, the room’s a cage,Every second pulls me to a darker stage,Trapped in the echoes of my own mind,I scream for freedom, but I’m

Beneath the moon’s dim glow, in the maze of forgotten alleys, my Beneath the moon’s dim glow, in the maze of forgotten alleys, my silhouette weaves through the darkness. A spectral figure wrapped in the gloom, moving fluidly through the quiet despair that clings to these forlorn paths. My footsteps are mere whispers on centuries-old

Behind Closed Doors Behind Closed DoorsMarilyn Manson Style, Industrial Rock I see you hiding in the dark, a shadow on the wallYou scream but no one hears, no one hears it allBehind closed doors, you paint the lies so wellBut in your mind, you’re living in a personal hellA twisted dance with the devil, hiding