I am the poet born in the cracks between light and ruin.
A wanderer of shadows.
A collector of broken truths.
I write not to heal -
but to reveal.
My words are forged from silence,
from the weight of things I could never speak,
from the ghosts that follow me like loyal dogs.
I am not the hero of this story.
I am not the villain either.
I am the witness.
The one who watched the world rot
and learned to write its obituary in verse.
If these poems reach you,
know this:
I did not write them to be understood -
I wrote them to be felt.
To burn.
To live in the quiet corners of your mind
long after the book closes.
-C.C
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Stories by - C.C
- 9 Published Stories
The Unseen Manuscript
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In a city built from cold geometry and controlled by an all-seeing force known as the Great Eye, every though...
The Fall of The Last Light
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The Fall of the Last Light is a dark mythic poem that tells the story of the final angel who stands between c...
The Four Truths of Perfection
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The Four Truths of Perfection is a dark philosophical poem divided into four relentless revelations about hum...