Day: 05/13/2023

The Paralyzing Grip of Fear: Overcoming Our Inner Demons.

“Part of having is the fear of losing. Part of creating is the fear of it breaking. Part of the beginning is the fear of your ending.

Fear is never a choice. Never a choice. But letting it rule you is.” – I don’t know

(Standing alone on a stage, the speaker appears lost in thought.)

Part of having, is fearing what’s lost
How often do I feel this cost?
Holding onto things so tight
Terrified of letting go, despite

Part of creating, is fearing it’ll break
To put a piece of me out there, at stake
Once out, it’s no longer just mine
Can’t control reactions, it’s out of line

Part of beginning, is fearing the end
Everything has a stop, we can’t pretend
Uncertainty makes us want to hold on
The fear of unknown, to stay strong

But fear is never a choice, it’s innate
A natural response to things we face
It’s how we react that defines our fate
Keep moving or be in fear’s embrace

Letting fear rule is a trap, a prison of our making
We can’t control it all, future’s not for taking
But we can choose our reactions, to fear and beyond
To keep going, creating, loving, despite what’s gone

For what makes us human is the courage to face
And overcome fears, with poise and grace
That’s what makes life worth living, my friend
The fear may be constant, but our strength never ends.

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Hierarchy’s Chains

“Speaking to me is a privilege!!! You do not have privileges!!! Do you hear me?” – Saw off a video

With bated breath, you must await
For I am high, and you are low
Speaking to me is a privilege, don’t you forget

Your words are meaningless, your actions late
You have no rights, I hold the glow
With bated breath, you must await

My power is absolute, my rule innate
In this hierarchy, you have no show
Speaking to me is a privilege, don’t you forget

Your attempts to question, I’ll berate
For you must learn, to me you owe
With bated breath, you must await

Your complaints are but a futile debate
My judgement stands, I have the final say so
Speaking to me is a privilege, don’t you forget

My condescension, your humble fate
For I am high, and you are low
With bated breath, you must await
Speaking to me is a privilege, don’t you forget.

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The Peace in Letting Go of Arguments

“Crazy how peaceful life becomes when you decide you no longer have the energy to argue and you are okay with being misunderstood because people only understand from their level of perception. No argument is worth damaging your mental health.” – Not sure

In life, we argue with such ease
But peace comes when we let it be
And let misunderstanding simply cease

Our perceptions, they often seize
The truth we think we clearly see
In life, we argue with such ease

It’s crazy how we try to appease
Others’ views, as if they were key
And let misunderstanding simply cease

But now I see, I am at peace
My mental health, my priority
In life, we argue with such ease

I won’t engage, won’t make a fuss
I’ll walk away, set myself free
And let misunderstanding simply cease

No argument is worth the fuss
When it takes a toll on me
In life, we argue with such ease
And let misunderstanding simply cease.

 

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A Formidable Team of Legends

Verse 1:
In a world where mysteries abound,
Four figures rise above the ground,
Tituba, Tizulu, with silver mist green eyes,
And Ishnol, Makial, with powers that surprise.

Chorus:
Uneka, Isheal, their forms shrouded in mystery,
The Angel Assassins, with skills and history,
Together they stand, a formidable team,
Living their lives like a distant dream.

Verse 2:
Tituba, born high in the sky,
Her past and powers unknown, but her spirit is high,
Isheal, with her eyes of white dark green,
And Ephemera, her ancestral form, mysterious and unseen.

Chorus:
Uneka, Isheal, their forms shrouded in mystery,
The Angel Assassins, with skills and history,
Together they stand, a formidable team,
Living their lives like a distant dream.

Verse 3:
Ishnol, with his eyes of black,
And Makial, his form, a shadowy track,
He keeps to himself, his emotions restrained,
But his skills are sharp, and his power remains.

Chorus:
Uneka, Isheal, their forms shrouded in mystery,
The Angel Assassins, with skills and history,
Together they stand, a formidable team,
Living their lives like a distant dream.

Verse 4:
Uneka, the veteran, with Nala by her side,
Her eyes are black, while Nala’s are burgundy and wide,
Their origins and secrets remain redacted,
But their presence and power cannot be detracted.

Chorus:
Uneka, Isheal, their forms shrouded in mystery,
The Angel Assassins, with skills and history,
Together they stand, a formidable team,
Living their lives like a distant dream.

Outro:
Their stories intertwined, their abilities combined,
The Angel Assassins, a force to be reckoned with, refined,
With each mission, they grow stronger and wiser,
And their legend will live on, like a never-ending fire.

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Eņģeļu slepkavas

Verse 1:
They come in the night, with wings of steel
Silent as shadows, they move with zeal
Their mission is clear, to fight for right
With weapons of grace, they’ll take on the fight

Chorus:
Angel Assassins, they fight with might
Their wings are their weapons, they take flight
Defenders of good, they’ll never rest
Angel Assassins, they’re the best

Verse 2:
Their foes are many, but they fear not
For they have the power, that can’t be bought
With hearts of gold, and souls of fire
They’ll take on evil, and never tire

Chorus:
Angel Assassins, they fight with might
Their wings are their weapons, they take flight
Defenders of good, they’ll never rest
Angel Assassins, they’re the best

Bridge:
Through darkness and light, they’ll always stand
Their mission is noble, their cause is grand
Angel Assassins, they’ll never fall
For they are protectors, of us all

Chorus:
Angel Assassins, they fight with might
Their wings are their weapons, they take flight
Defenders of good, they’ll never rest
Angel Assassins, they’re the best

 

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Blades, Dancers, and Killers

A poem from the “Nevernight series” by Jay Kristoff

Oh, hear my song of the deadly three
Whose fates intertwined, so fatefully
Mia, Ash, and Tric, a bond so true
A love so deep, forever renew

Mia, a blade, honed sharp and true
With vengeance as her driving clue
Ash, a dancer, with grace imbued
A heart of gold, pure and true

Tric, a killer, with secrets to keep
A heart of steel, buried deep
Their paths cross, their fates entwined
A bond forged, forever refined

Together they face the trials ahead
A world of darkness, filled with dread
Their bond of love, forever unbroken
In the face of danger, a bond awoken

Oh, deadly three, a bond so rare
With love and trust, beyond compare
Through fire and ice, they face each test
Their bond of love, forever blessed

So let us sing, this ode of three
Whose bond of love, forever free
Mia, Ash, and Tric, a deadly crew
A bond of love, forever true.

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The Love That Crosses Boundaries: A Modern Myth Retold

A poem about the Webcomic Book “Lore Of Olympus Volume 1” by Rachel Smythe 

A story unfolds of gods and their might
Of love and passion, forbidden in sight
Myths of old, in modern light
As gods and goddesses take flight

In the first volume, a love story is born
Of Hades and Persephone, in the underworld sworn
Their hearts are true, yet they are torn
By the history and fate that they have sworn

Their love is pure, yet the rules dictate
That they must stay apart, for it’s too late
To break the barriers that they create
And for their love, they must patiently wait

But love is not without its trials
As others seek to quell their smiles
And the past threatens to reveal its guiles
To tear them apart and break their styles

Through drama, romance, and secrets untold
Their love story will begin to unfold
As they navigate the challenges bold
And their love story starts to take hold

For in this world of gods and myths
Their love is what forever lifts
Above the turmoil and the rifts
As they seek a love that forever uplifts.

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Shattered Reflections

The crystal mirror, locked away,
Behind a door in a tower's gray,
Guarded by soldiers, staunch and
true,
A love once cherished, lost to you.

Betrayed by words, by deeds, by lies,
Your heart shattered, your spirit dies,
The mirror's image now distorted,
Its beauty marred, its purpose thwarted.

The soldiers' swords, their armor
bright,
Reflect the cold and bitter night,
The tower sands, a lonely keep,
Where dreams of love are laid to
sleep.

No more the warmth, the gentle
grace,
Of love once felt in your embrace,
The mirror's shards now cut your soul,
And leave you broken, dark and cold.

No light can enter, no hope can stay,
In the tower where your love must lay,
Its brilliance dimmed, its beauty
faded,
By the hand of one who once
betrayed.

So let the soldiers stand their post,
and guard the mirror, at any cost,
For love once lost, can never be
found,
Locked away in that tower's cold 
ground.
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Kingdoms in Bloom

In days of old, when spring began,
Two kingdoms clashed, a bitter span,
Their hatred deep, their anger hot,
Their swords clashed, in a battle fought.

But in the midst of all the strife,
A love was born, like sprouts of life,
Two hearts that beat as one, despite
The hatred that they’d learned to cite.

Their love was true, their passion strong,
But from their kingdoms, cries of wrong,
Forbade them from their love to show,
And forced them to keep it low.

In spring, when life begins anew,
Their love grew strong, and blossomed too,
But just as quickly, came the end,
As summer’s heat began to blend.

For though their love was strong and true,
Their kingdoms’ hatred, it outgrew,
And in the end, they had to part,
Their love, like spring, was but a start.

And so their love, like springtime’s bloom,
Was beautiful, but met its doom,
For though their love was strong and fair,
Their kingdoms’ hatred, it did not spare.

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Flames of Passion

In the depths of winter’s chill,
Nature lies in icy still,
But beneath the frozen ground,
New life is waiting to be found.

Like the love that sleeps and dreams,
In the hearts of those it seems,
To lay dormant and unseen,
Yet ready for a time serene.

As the sun begins to warm,
Nature’s death becomes a storm,
Of melting ice and rising sap,
A rebirth from its winter nap.

So too does love’s flame ignite,
Aspirations take to flight,
Passions burst forth like the bloom,
In spring’s bright and vibrant room.

Just as nature’s cycles turn,
Love’s lessons we must learn,
That death and birth are but a phase,
In life’s eternal, winding maze.

And so we journey on and on,
Through the seasons, dusk to dawn,
With love as our guide and light,
Aspirations burning bright.

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