Poetry

Chasm

In the Shadow of the Chasm A dark fissure lies beneath the old county wood, Its sides carved like the throat of a weather‑worn whale. The mist gathers in the crevices, quiet and

Coco

Coco, in the Park On a drizzly Sunday, the sun half‑mussed in clouds, I took my leash‑chain, heart in a courage thick‑punch, and we ambled through the park where the cobbles glowed under the

Avoid

Avoid In the quiet corners of a fog‑kissed street, I turn my face away from neon glare, From honest crowds that rush like winter’s heat, I walk the path where soft footsteps

The Dark Knight Rises

The Dark Knight Rises A Poem in Shadow and Light 1 In the blazing dusk of Gotham’s heart, Where bruised streets hide their own truth, A dark figure rises from the spark, A silhouette

Good Will Hunting

A Brawl Behind the Wires On the grit‑wrought tiles of Boston’s youth, A boy learns that the mind is a battlefield, And every scar is both a bullet and a truth, A dark‑threaded dream

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