Poems

The Ever-Expanding Splotch: I Am the Stain (Prose) (I Am)I am the stain that sullies the wall, a dark blemish spreading insidiously like the fears gnawing at the edges of your mind. My presence is subtle at first, a small, unremarkable mark that seems almost innocuous. Yet, as time passes, my true nature reveals itself, […]

The Echo of Shadows: I Am the Whisper (Prose) (I Am)In the dense fog of twilight, where reality blurs with the ink of fear, a presence stirs in the corners of the mind. I am the whisper, the subtle and insidious voice that skims the edges of consciousness, distorting the mundane into the macabre. My

The Chill of Terror (I Am) The chill of terror, seeping into the bones,A whisper in the dark, a ghostly moan,Unseen fingers grasping, pulling tight,The shadows creep where sunlight’s never shone. A whisper in the dark, a ghostly moan,The soul exposed to icy winds of dread,The fear takes hold, it weaves through every vein,Till warmth

The Creaking Floor (I Am) Within the decrepit hallways of an ancient manor, where specters of shadows roam freely, I echo the chilling footfalls that resonate through the silence, birthing nightmares in their wake. I am the sinister echo beneath your steps, a constant reminder of your isolation, each creak from the weathered floorboards amplifies

The Architect (I Am) In the forge of my making, I hammer out the plan,Drawing blueprints in the smoke of my own defiance.I wield the chisel of will against the stone of chance,Crafting destiny from shards of fate’s twisted clan. My path’s no straight line, but a wicked twist and turn,Constructed from the wreckage of

The Beacon’s Ballad (I Am) In the depths where shadows claim their throne,I stand, a beacon, bright and shrouded in bone,Through storm’s furious breath,And echoes of death,I shine with a glare that chills to the bone. Where darkness sprawls and festers with fright,I cast out my glow to pierce through the night,With fervor so raw,I

Student of Life (I Am) Here lies a soul with lessons deep,A student of life with eyes open wide,In trials and triumphs, truth did creep. With wisdom gained, though shadows abide,Each victory’s worth, each failure’s pride,A student of life with eyes open wide. Life’s cruel jest, in jest, did guide,In every stumble, lessons met,A student

The Angled Dread – A Fractured Light in Your Mind (Prose) (I Am)I am the twist, the shadow that slants and skews, a disjointed fragment of light that never aligns. I am the creeping distortion that haunts your peripheral vision, the trick of the eye that unsettles and unnerves. Where you seek clarity, I am

Steward of the Earth (I Am) There once was a steward with a green, lofty dream,Whose composting habits were the subject of meme.With recycling bin stacks reaching the sky,They swore to save forests and never let them die. They’d battle pollution, wielding a sharp broom,Dressed in burlap and twine, a modern-day flume.Every paper straw was

Shadow Stalker (I Am) In the corners of a winding mindWhere shadows dance and fears convene to playA specter, unseen, evolves and intertwinesWith fleeting thoughts, in darkness, it holds sway Its icy touch, a whisper in the nightA haunting presence lingering like mistIn every move you make, a silent blightThat twists and turns through dreams