MCapturing Words Poems Shelf 1

The Shelf

Poems

These six poems are rooms—
quiet ones, dim ones, the kind you only enter
when the house has settled and the night has opinions.

Each room holds a different shadow:
a reflection that waits,
a voice that answers back,
a dream that refuses to leave,
a darkness that presses close,
a presence learning your shape,
and something older beneath the floorboards
that has been listening far too long.

Step carefully.
The rooms remember everyone who visits.

The Reflection Waits

The Reflection Waits is a poem about the quiet betrayal of mirrors —
the way they hold versions of us we never meant to leave behind.
It lingers in the space between recognition and doubt,
where a reflection becomes patient, familiar,
and just a little too alive.

The Echo That Answers

The Echo That Answers explores the moment a space stops being empty.
A whisper returned, a voice too close,
and the subtle shift when your own words
no longer feel like they belong to you.
It’s a poem about presence —
uninvited, unseen, and suddenly intimate.

The Dream That Stays

The Dream That Stays follows the kind of nightmare
that doesn’t wait for sleep to end.
A body that feels borrowed,
a room that isn’t quite yours,
and a presence that slips beneath the skin.
It’s about waking into something else —
and realising it woke with you.

Six Feet Awake

Six Feet Awake descends into the claustrophobia of being trapped
somewhere you were never meant to be.
Breath thick, darkness absolute,
and something knocking from below.
It’s a poem about confinement,
and the quiet terror of realising
you’re not alone in the dark.

The Passenger

The Passenger steps into the slow horror of losing yourself
one borrowed movement at a time.
A smile that’s a beat too late,
a craving that isn’t yours,
and a voice inside your decisions.
It’s about being driven from within —
and discovering you were never the one steering.

The Hollow Beneath The Floor

The Hollow Beneath The Floor is a whispered fable
about the things that wait beneath quiet houses.
Childhood games, shadows that listen,
and a darkness eager to be chosen.
It’s a tale of invitation and inheritance —
where something ancient finds a new voice to wear.