Poems

What Enduresby Dawg Not all things crumble, not all things break, not every flame is meant to fade,beneath the ruin, past the wreckage, something lingers, something stays.It hums beneath the weight of time, it waits within the rising dawn,it does not bend to fleeting sorrow, it does not kneel, it marches on. Where dust has […]

The Serpent’s Embraceby Dawg In the tall grass, I slither unseen,a whisper of dread, a shadowed sheen.My tongue flicks out, tasting your fear,in the snake’s hiss, your fate draws near. I’m the serpent, coiled in your mind,in every doubt, my grip you find.You walk the path, but I’m always there,in the snake’s hiss, your fears

The Digital Divideby Dawg In a sprawl of screens and light, a child is lost in digital night,eyes that stare at empty space, seeking comfort in the face. Social media’s endless stream steals the time once spent in dream,connections lost in cyber haze, family bonds begin to fray. Eyes that plead for one more look,

The Password is Ruinby Dawg It started with a leak, a whisper, a line of stolen code cracked open in the night,backdoors in the vaults of trust, hacks in the marrow of everything you thought was right.They sold your blood type, your birthday, your habits and shame for fractions of coin,identity shattered and scattered, your

Just an Echo in My Bonesby Dawg Just an echo in my bones.You don’t heal when the pain still pays the rent.She kept all the photos, I kept her ghost.I still hear her laugh when I’m close to comatose.Some hearts haunt instead of break. The sheets remember more than I do.Her scent’s a bruise I

Self-Care Delightby Dawg Mirror’s mocking, skin still stained, masking madness, wrapped in chains,sinking deep in scented lies, bath water cold but sold as fine.Wrap the wounds in silver thread, paint the cracks, pretend they’ve bled—self-care delight, sold in gold, wrap me up but leave me cold. A perfect prison, a padded cage, worship the cure,

The Corners Never Blinkby Dawg There’s something in the corner,where the light don’t wanna go.It’s not dust, it’s not shadow,it’s something that knows. Knows the weight of my silence,knows the sound of my spine.

In The Digital Templeby Dawg In the digital temple where the faithful stream to gather,a sermon flows across the waves, a digital pastor’s lather.Streaming bytes of sacred text, delivered on demand,proclamations coded in a language they understand. Here in this new-age chapel, screens light up the dark,followers tune in from anywhere, a global, virtual ark.The

I Watched Her in Mirrorsby Dawg I watched her in mirrorsthat didn’t know how to lie.Caught glimpses in the spaces between seconds,where the smile slipped–and the girl beneathtrembled like something feralchained to a memory too cruel to name. She didn’t talk about it.Didn’t ask for comfort.Didn’t flinch when love got too close–just pulled the smile

In Digital Worldsby Dawg In digital spaces where pixels reign supreme,human connections reduced to a distant dream.Silence rings through a dimension unseen,fractured hearts beat in a rhythm of despair.Shadows dance with secrets too heavy to bear,lost innocence lingers in the poisoned air. Gunshots ring out in a symphony of fright,future paths obscured by the darkest