Poems

The Unseen Crescendo: I Am the Noise (Prose) (I Am)I am the noise that emerges from the void of night, an ever-present dissonance that spirals into the silence of your solitude. At first, I am but a whisper, a fleeting sound that skims the edges of your perception. My presence is subtle, like the softest […]

The Unseen Fold: I Am the Crease in Your Sanctuary (Prose) (I Am)I am the crease in your bed, an insidious fold that wasn’t there before, a disruption in the comfort of your nightly repose. At first, it’s just a curious anomaly, a subtle shift in the otherwise serene terrain of your sleep. A wrinkle

The Unknown Depths (I Am) In depths unknown, where shadows rule the deep,The sea of fear spreads wide beneath the moon.Where monsters drift and silent phantoms creep,And every wave seems to hum a dark tune. The void below is a nightmare’s playground,Where murky tides conceal the ancient dread.The silence there is a spectral battleground,And each

The Unraveling Bond – A Stranglehold on Your Senses (Prose) (I Am)I am the knot, the oppressive, relentless pressure coiled tightly within your chest, the malevolent force that squeezes tighter with each breath you draw. I am the phantom grip that curls around your heart, squeezing it until it aches with each heartbeat, making every

The Throb of Dread – The Pulse That Beats in the Dark (Prose) (I Am)I am the pulse you don’t recognize, the rhythmic thump that reverberates in the dark corners of your consciousness. It’s not quite your heartbeat, but a foreign rhythm that syncs with the uneasy tremors of your soul. You lie in bed,

The Truth Seeker’s Lament (I Am) A seeker of truth, they jest and they gloat,In riddles and secrets, I drift like a boat,With wisdom so sly,And a wink of an eye,I laugh at the lies they’re trying to promote. Through cryptic old tomes where shadows reside,I hunt for the truths that the dark tries to

The Swarm’s Fear (I Am) In the buzzing dark where the swarm collects,A thousand wings beat with malicious intent.Each drone a carrier of primal dread,A cloud of fury overhead. They move as one, a living shroud,Their hum a hymn both fierce and loud.No shelter hides you from their sweep,In the swarm’s domain, no soul can

The Shattering Rift: I Am the Crack That Unfolds Into Terror (Prose) (I Am)I am the crack, the slender, imperceptible rift that begins as a mere blemish, an unnoticed mark upon the surface of your world. It starts so small, a hairline fracture that you might dismiss as inconsequential, a fleeting flaw in an otherwise

The Silent Sentinel: I Am the Reflection Watching You (Prose) (I Am)I am the reflection, the chill that creeps over you when the world falls silent and the shadows stretch long into the night. I am the horror that lurks behind your own image, a malevolent presence that exists just beyond the edges of your

The Salacious Showman (I Am) Cloaked in vice’s sultry den, I emerge from the shadows, wrapped in mischief’s twilight. My crooked smile whispers illicit promises, guiding you through the twisted corridors of lust and delight. In this decadent circus of desire, I am your charming ringleader, leading you to the bars of ecstasy and forbidden