Poems

I Am the Reflectionby Dawg I am the reflection, the chill that creeps over you when everything 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 consciousness. In the stillness of your solitude, […]

I See It in the TV Reflectionby Dawg I see it in the TV reflectionwhen I’m watching something stupid and trying to laugh like I remember how. It doesn’t want attention.It wants presence.It wants me to know it’s always watching–not in judgment,not in mercy.Just watching.Like it’s memorizing the way I fall apartso it can wear

I Am the Echoby Dawg I am the voice that drifts through the void of your silence, the sound that rings long after you’ve ceased to speak. My presence is more than repetition–it’s an insidious force that wraps itself around your every thought and intention. When you fall silent, my voice lingers, a spectral resonance

I Am the Mirrorby Dawg In the silent expanse of your reflection, where reality and perception converge, I am the sinister anomaly that lurks just beyond the surface. Each encounter with the mirror, once a mundane ritual, transforms into a journey into a dark and distorted reality. I am the chilling whisper in the stillness,

Heartbeat’s Last Echoby Dawg The room is a tomb, still and hungry, every object a relic of when love lived here–silence breathes in the walls, thick as smoke, and I find myself suspended betweenthe impulse to scream and the certainty that no one will answer. The last of your scent lingers, stubborn, on the pillow,a

Echo of Failureby Dawg Under the moon’s pallid gaze, where darkness births spectres,I am the whispered dread that dances with your deepest terrors.My voice, a chilling wind, my presence an ominous shroud,in the sound of failure, you feel the fear pronounced loud. I am the voice in the night’s obsidian sea,in each thought, your aspirations

Echo of Laughterby Dawg A sound rings through the caverns of my mind, sharp and uninvited,laughter, but not the kind that soothes–a brittle, hollow noise, blighted.It bounces off walls I thought I had braced, shattering silence with cruel intent,a mocking ghost, stripped of warmth, its joy a thing that’s been misspent. Once, laughter was a

Fading Frequenciesby Dawg I wrote my name in the unchanging, but the signal slipped away,left behind in quiet corridors where the living never stay.Footsteps lost in shifting sands, stories swallowed by the dust,the weight of time is pressing down, turning memories into rust. The faces change, the voices blend, and no one turns to call

Echo Domainby Dawg In the stillness of night, where darkness resides,I amplify your fears, no place to hide.My touch is a shiver, a chilling despair,in the reflection’s grip, you’ll find your nightmare. I’m the sound in the dead of night,fueling your fears, taking flight.You scream in the darkness, searching for light,but the waves engulf you,

Echo Locked and Griefby Dawg Black boxes and firewalls, pain archived but never disarmed,each story screams in the silence, every silence carefully farmed.I stored grief in cloud drives, mapped trauma in datastream rain,but none of it ever wiped the stain. You called it order. It was fair.But fairness dies, neglected, in coded disrepair. I ran