Poems

Beacon of Resilience (I Am) In the ashes of my past, I rise high,Each scar a badge of survival’s grace,Wounds that marked my path now tell no lie. From shattered dreams to a steadfast chase,I wear my pain like an unholy lace,Each scar a badge of survival’s grace,In the ruins of yesteryears, I find my […]

Champion of Kindness (I Am) In the darkened hallways of life’s grand parade,I cast compassion’s glow, though shadows often play.A simple act of kindness, where echoes wane and fade,Unseen ripples in the abyss, guiding lost souls astray. I cast compassion’s glow, though shadows often play,With each small gesture, I ignite an unseen blaze.Unseen ripples in

Balancing Act (I Am) In twilight’s grip, where madness dares to slip,I juggle shadows with a wry smile,With life’s absurdity I’ve made a trip,To dance on edges, all the while. Through chaos’ laugh, I find a weary grace,In juggling roles that oft collide,In mirth, I face the fray with iron lace,A master of the balance,

Beacon of Authenticity (I Am) In shadows, my light stands alone,A beacon of truth in a world askew,Where honesty’s seed I have sown. With actions that pierce the front, too,My integrity’s pulse is shown.A beacon of truth in a world askew. In every jest where falsehood’s thrown,My voice is a clarion, steady and true.A beacon

Architect of Discontent (I Am) With calloused hands, I forge the status quo,No goddamn meek compliance in my view,My vision’s sharp, with ire’s fire aglow,I burn the chains of sameness, make them rue. In shadows deep, where timid hearts might flinch,I march with dreams that haunt the night’s cold shade,My bold assault breaks through the

A Shiver Down the Spine (I Am) In darkened halls where shadows softly creep,A shiver down the spine, fear’s icy touch.Through whispers thin, where phantoms tend to leap,The chill of dread arrives with biting clutch. In every creak and groan the silence makes,The icy fingers trace each trembling line.The heart jumps high and consciousness forsakes,A

Abandoned Toy (I Am) Silent as the grave, the attic barely breathed, frozen in an eternal moment of bewitched tranquility. Here, I dwelt within the murky shadows; a denizen of terror where fear was not just welcomed, it was nurtured. Glimmering glass eyes, cold and unblinking, hid behind a deceptive grin–a mask painted on porcelain.

A Shadow Creeping Closer (I Am) A shadow creeping closer, the heart races in dread,Faint echoes in the dark, where fears seem to tread.A whisper like a knife, splitting calm from the head,A shadow creeping closer, the heart races in dread. The quiet’s just a mask, hiding specters instead,The pulse pounds in your chest, where

A Mask of Fear Hiding Every Face (I Am) A mask of fear, hiding every face,Where smiles are hollow and eyes embraceThe panic’s raw display beneath the guise,A jester’s mask hides screams that fade to gray. A front of charm, where terror’s visage thrives,The truth is buried, though deception drives.Behind the laughter, shadows silently creep,A

A Room Full of Mirrors Reflections of Fear (I Am) Here lies the room where nightmares make their home,Each pane a twisted face where shattered fears roam.Reflective walls echo madness’s snare,Mirrors hold the tremors of the soul laid bare. Fragments of terror dance in spectral play,Haunted visages in glass that twist and sway.In every shard,