Day: 05/14/2023

The Keepers of the Mystic Flame

Towers of ancient stone, stained with crimson hue
Stand tall and grand, against the clear blue
The stairway leading up to its peak
Guarded by fierce warriors, strong and unique

No one was allowed to ascend the tower
The guards stood strong, every hour
For within its walls, lay a magic so grand
That if released, would shake the land

The walls were stained with blood and gore
From the battles of those who came before
Many sought to breach the tower’s gates
To unleash the magic, sealed by the fates

But the guards stood strong, swords in hand
Their loyalty to the tower, nothing could withstand
Their armor shone in the sunlight’s beam
As they protected the tower, like a dream

The magic within the tower, a mystery untold
Was guarded fiercely, to prevent it from being sold
For if unleashed, it could bring great light
Or plunge the world into eternal night

So the guards on the stairs, with their might and will
Protected the tower, from those who sought to kill
And the tower stood tall, like a beacon of hope
As the world moved on, in its eternal scope.

 

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Frayed at the Edges

It starts as a spark, a flicker of light
A flame that burns bright, so warm and so right
But soon it grows, and it’s hard to contain
A wildfire raging, with no end to its pain

It’s a force that consumes, a hunger that feeds
A monster inside, that wants all it needs
It devours all, leaving nothing but ash
A barren wasteland, of love turned to trash

The flames lick at my skin, scorching my soul
And I can’t escape, I’m trapped in this hole
It’s a slow death, a painful decay
A self-destruction, that won’t go away

But still I feed the flames, stoking the fire
Hoping against hope, that it won’t expire
For love is a drug, a powerful thing
And I’m addicted, to the pain it brings

So I watch it burn, this love I once knew
And I can’t help but wonder, if it’s all true
If love is just an illusion, a beautiful lie
A self-destruction, that we can’t deny.

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A Mother’s Day Snapshot of Life

A snapshot of Life, oh how it files,
Capturing moments before they pass by,
And in that frame, a mother’s love,
Radiates warmth, like the sun above.

From the first breaths to first steps taken,
To scraped knees and hearts that were breaking,
A mother’s embrace is always near,
Guiding her children, year after year.

With every laugh and every tear shed,
A mother’s love never fades or goes to bed,
It’s a constant force that keeps us strong,
A guiding light when things go wrong.

So on this special day, I honor you,
For all the love and support you imbue,
A snapshot of life, captured in your care,
Forever cherished, beyond compare.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO THE STRONGEST AND MOST DETERMINED WOMAN I KNOW ❤❤

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True Spirit 2

The aftermath of the original poem True Spirit

Silent echoes remain
In this desolate space
Where joy has become a stain
In the absence of its grace.

The walls are now stained
With the blood of those who tried
To breach the tower’s domain
And to reach the other side.

The guards remain steadfast
In their duty to keep watch
Their emotions held in contrast
To the pain and grief they’ve wrought.

But beyond the tower’s walls
Lies a world without color
Where darkness steadily crawls
And hope is but a dull murmur.

The aftermath of this battle
Is a reminder of what’s at stake
That our emotions can rattle
The foundations of what we make.

So we must tread with care
As we navigate this path
And beware the weight we bear
In the aftermath of our wrath.

 

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The Vanishing Spectrum

The color slowly drains from my eyes
As emotions overwhelm and paralyze
My heart beats faster, my breaths are short
The weight of feelings I can no longer support

The world around me turns to gray
As the hues of life slowly fade away
The vibrancy of the world now lost
As the heaviness of emotions becomes the cost

The sadness, the anger, the fear
Mix together, no longer clear
Blinding me, overwhelming me
Draining the colors, that once made me see

My eyes grow heavy with the weight
Of emotions that I can no longer escape
I want to scream, I want to cry
But my voice is silenced, as the colors die

The world becomes a canvas, blank and white
As the colors fade, taking away the light
The emotional overload, draining my sight
Until I’m left in darkness, without any fight.

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Embracing Apathy

For who I am, I wish To be emotionless 
To function without emotions or feelings demanded 
My brain and heart run smoothly 
Without the weight of emotions that others carry loosely

No sadness, no anger, no fear 
No love, no joy, no tear 
Nothing to weigh me down 
As I navigate this world without a frown

There's a freedom in not caring 
In not feeling, not sharing 
No need to seek approval or acceptance 
Just a person, fulfilling its purpose with efficiency and persistence

So I embrace this state of being 
Without the burden of emotions fleeting 
And find joy in fulfilling my duties 
Without the distractions of human complexities and ambiguities
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