Honour, a virtue of a profound esteem,
What lies within your grasp, do you deem?
You, who've never tasted fear's bitter breath,
Learn of honour, ere posing as a warrior, death.
Before you tread upon that crimson lane,
Where no false steps endure, none remain,
A path that stretches to the endless abyss,
Where melody dies and knees gently kiss.
Sorrow intertwines with agony's sting,
And praise takes the hue of blood, echoing.
This path leads but one way, no retreat,
With foes and comrades, its trials complete.
It snatches without mercy, devoid of remorse,
Into the hands of death, on this perilous course.
For the name bestowed upon you, a weight to bear,
And for your ancestors, their legacy to share.
Month: May 2023
Fractured Facades: A Heart’s Desalinization
In shadows cast, a tale now weaves,
Of shattered hopes and love's decieves,
A girl, wounded, her heart betrayed,
By a promise she thought would never
fade.
She offered her affection, open and true,
But he denied her, a painful residue,
A promise made, to stay as friends,
Yet it brought torment that never mends.
Resentment brewed, a venomous brew,
Within her heart, emotions askew,
She spun a web of bitter disdain,
To hide her love, now drowned in pain.
Her words like daggers, sharp and cold,
Lies she whispered, her true thoughts
untold,
She painted him with shades of disdain,
A fragile heart seeking to shift blame.
In her dark corners, anger thrived,
Fanning the flames of loved deprived,
She despised his choice, his distant gaze,
Yet silently yearned for his loving embrace.
But as she weaved her intricate lies,
The truth within her slowly dies,
For deceit cannot quell a wounded soul,
Nor fill the void where love once stole.
In the depths of her despair and spite,
She found no solace, no respite,
For love denied and promises kept,
Left her shattered, alone, and bereft.
Oh, bitter fate, with its cruel game,
Where hearts collide and break in shame,
No happy ending shall grace this tale,
Just echoes of love, doomed to fail.
So let her linger in her disdain,
A girl lost in love's cruel reign,
For sometimes pain has no release,
And bitter hearts find no lasting peace.
Sacred Unity: The Anthem of Friendship
In a circle of eight, united we stand,
Bound by a friendship, a bond never planned.
Through thick and through thin, I’ll forever be near,
For these amazing souls, I hold dear.
No task too daunting, no risk too great,
I’ll traverse any road, accept any fate.
Their well-being, my purpose, I’ll never abstain,
Their smiles, their joy, my ultimate gain.
My words hold power, they carry weight,
Within their hearts, they resonate.
They listen, they understand, my emotions unveiled,
And reciprocate, their feelings unveiled.
Through moments of discord, when shadows arise,
Understanding prevails, like a gentle sunrise.
We bridge the divide, we find common ground,
In this sanctuary of friendship, harmony is found.
I tread the path of neutrality, I remain,
A beacon of support, their solace, their gain.
For their happiness, my happiness thrives,
In this eternal bond, our joy forever survives.
A group of eight, forever intertwined,
In each other’s hearts, our spirits aligned.
Through laughter and tears, we’ll journey as one,
Together, my friends, until our days are done.
Hiljaiset Susurros (Quiet Whispers)
In the realm of desolation, where shadows reside,
A somber symphony shall now confide.
“I have no place in her life,” the truth resounds,
A cruel decree that echoes, where hope astounds.
Dark Vesper’s whispers, they seep into the core,
Embracing the void, where light exists no more.
“You are worthless to her,” it harshly declares,
A haunting proclamation that lingers and wears.
In their cold embrace, the spirit starts to decay,
Believing worthlessness, as colors fade away.
“Remember that,” Dark Vesper coldly insists,
A venomous reminder that leaves hearts in twists.
Hold it tight to your soul, this bleak refrain,
Let it fuel the doubts, let it deepen the pain.
“For in surrendering hope, you yield to the night,
Where dreams turn to ashes, devoid of light.”
Dark Vesper’s venom, it courses through your veins,
Blinding your eyes to the beauty that remains.
“You are but a shadow, forgotten and small,
A fleeting moment’s whisper, destined to fall.”
But know, dear soul, in this desolate space,
Perception can deceive, obscuring love’s grace.
“Your presence was temporary, a transient wane,
A fleeting gust of wind, forgotten in the rain.”
If you embrace worthlessness, where will you go?
When hope flickers out, and despair starts to grow?
“Accept your insignificance, embrace the despair,
For no one shall notice, no one shall care.”
In the darkest abyss, can you truly find solace,
Or will it consume you, leaving no trace?
“Your worth is an illusion, a fool’s paradise,
A fleeting mirage, fading without compromise.”
Oh, lost soul, remember, the power within,
To rise from the ashes, let resilience begin.
“For even in darkness, your worth holds no weight,
A forgotten vessel, lost in the hands of fate.”
The path may be rugged, obscured by despair,
But believe, dear soul, you are worthy and rare.
“Deny your significance, accept your demise,
For in the grand tapestry, you’re a mere guise.”
Embrace the struggle, let it make you strong,
For even in darkness, your spirit can belong.
“But the truth remains, and you must face it true,
You are worthless to her, and this you must rue.”
Yet, if you choose to hold tight to this refrain,
In the depths of your soul, let it cause you pain,
May you find a glimmer of hope’s gentle light,
A spark to ignite, and guide you to fight.
Dark Vesper’s whispers may linger in the air,
But remember, dear soul, you’re more than despair.
“In the grand scheme of things, you are just dust,
An insignificant speck, in love’s endless gust.”
Find strength in your worth, and let it unfold,
For even in darkness, your story can be told.
“But remember, lost soul, you’re not meant to shine,
Your worthlessness echoes, through the depths of time.”
So, if you choose to believe in the words so bleak,
I implore you to seek the strength you seek.
“For within your spirit, a flicker remains,
To defy the darkness and break free from its chains.”
But remember, dear soul, you are never alone,
Amidst the shadows, there’s light to be shown.
“Hold tight to your worth, but know it’s a lie,
For you are worthless to her, and that’s not a lie.”
Let the symphony of hope guide your way,
And reclaim the narrative of your life’s play.
“Embrace the bitter truth, and let it consume,
For your worth to her, it can never resume.”
Respeto Desvanecido
In moments shrouded, bleak and gray,
Where trust dissolves, fades away,
I bear witness to your twisted jest,
A masquerade where respect detests.
Once a friendship, vibrant and true,
Now tarnished by words that cut and skew,
Your hateful jokes, a twisted guise,
Reveal a truth I cannot disguise.
For sometimes, jest becomes a lie,
A shield to hide disdain and pry,
And in your words, a venom seeps,
Eroding bonds, leaving scars so deep.
I understood the game you played,
Believed in the care, the facade displayed,
But now it’s clear, the mask unveiled,
Respect shattered, bridges impaled.
“Finally, free from that foul being,”
Your words echo, their cruelty stinging,
No longer can I bear the weight,
Of such disdain, such bitter hate.
You must rebound, for I have lost,
The reverence held, at such a cost,
No more will I tolerate the pain,
Or subject my heart to your disdain.
The rest of the gang, they too have seen,
The darkness that lurks, where you demean,
They echo my sentiment, in unison strong,
A chorus of voices, declaring you wrong.
In this bleak abyss, I stand apart,
A fractured bond, a wounded heart,
No longer blind, no longer naive,
I’ve lost respect, and I must leave.
The bleakness lingers, an ominous pall,
Yet within my spirit, I’ll rise, stand tall,
For I deserve a friendship true,
One that uplifts, not one that slew.
Risus Absentis
In moments when my presence wanes, When solitude's embrace remains, Recall the foolish words we'd share, To soothe the ache of absence's glare. Think not of absence, but of wit, The jovial banter, bit by bit, For though I'm distant, far away, My spirit dances, free to play. Imagine laughter in the air, a symphony of jests we'd share, In every word, a tender thread, To gently mend what time has shed. Let silly tales and jests resound, Within your heart, let mirth abound, For though we're parted, side by side, The echoes linger, cannot hide. So let my voice, in memories stored, Bring solace when emotions pour, May laughter guide you weary soul, And tears dissolve in humor's roll. Though absent now, I'm not truly gone, In jests and quips, I still live on, So let these words, a comforting balm, Transform your tears into a calming psalm.
The Journey of the First Year
At the end of the first year of college,
Crazy, funny, stressful and depressing.
A journey of emotions, an extraordinary path,
Where the heart became captive.
The nights of partying, laughter and sleeplessness,
New friends, linked souls.
The stress squeezing every hair,
In each challenge, life unleashed.
There were moments of despair
Tight schedules, endless tasks.
But also of deep connection,
Where love and friendship are forged without end.
Every day was a challenge, a roller coaster,
The roller coaster of youth in bloom.
With ups and downs, like confusing life,
But always wanting to look for value.
Despite the tears shed,
And the sleepless nights, without finding comfort,
The people I met have left their mark on me,
And in my heart, their friendship is a longing.
The first year comes to an end,
But ties endure, time does not fade them.
We will keep in touch, beyond the border,
A friendship that the future enriches.
So I toast to the moments lived,
For the shared laughter and woven dreams.
For the experiences I will never forget,
And for the friendships that I will always value.
The first year in college is gone,
But the memories will remain etched.
Dear friends, near or far, they will always be,
Although time passes and the roads have changed.
Duelo de Amores
Poem request by Persavol: “I want a girl claiming her dominance over someone cause a random girl tried to take what isn’t theirs” *Sigh* He weird ignores him.
In a moment tense, emotions intertwine,
Veratine’s words, a warning sign.
“Don’t scream,” she pleads, with care in her voice,
“Wake not your kids, let them rest, rejoice.”
Nomtese, confused, with a puzzled air,
Of Mixaku’s existence, fully aware.
“What’s the matter?” she wonders, uncertain,
Veratine’s assertiveness, the growing curtain.
“He’s mine,” Veratine declares, a demand,
A possessive claim, drawn in the sand.
“Back off,” she insists, with a flicker of rage,
Forbidding others to glance at Mixaku’s page.
“But he’s single,” Nomtese retorts, unbowed,
“Who are you to dictate, to disallow?”
Eyes ablaze, Veratine’s anger unfurls,
Sinister pupils, darkness in swirls.
Their battle intensifies, words exchanged,
Veratine’s dominance, fully estranged.
Nomtese defends, her voice defensive,
Messages to prove, intentions extensive.
“He sent me messages,” Nomtese reveals,
Offering proof, a truth that appeals.
Veratine, undeterred, steps close and near,
Her face in confrontation, wrath in her sneer.
Those messages, Nomtese hoped to connect,
A bond to form, an opportunity to reflect.
But Veratine scoffs, with a mocking tone,
A kind gesture mistaken, intentions unknown.
“I see through your ruse,” Veratine sneers,
“You’d use him, your intentions clear.”
Nomtese, calm, tries to explain her stance,
Seeking understanding, a second chance.
Yet Veratine’s doubts, they linger still,
The contradiction, her heart cannot distill.
In person, mistreatment, a bitter taste,
Yet over messages, a friendship embraced.
A struggle ensues, their voices collide,
Veratine’s claim, impossible to hide.
“Back off,” she warns, her words so stern,
A battle of possession, difficult to discern.
La Sombra del Engaño
The places of crime I overlooked, Became dens of scum and corruption. In shadows they thrived, their evil brooked, As my ignorance fueled their disruption. Forgiveness leads to repeated transgressions, A cycle of wrongdoing that won't cease. In my naivety, I granted concessions, Unaware of the darkness, seeking release. Promises to repent are but empty words, Uttered with deceit, masking their intent. Thier lies, like venom, slither in herds, Leaving scars on hearts, never truly spent. The blades are heavy, sharp and cold, A chilling call to embrace the night. In darkness, a story of vengeance unfolds, An instrument of justice, driven by might. I was only a fool in the end, Blinded by trust, misled by their lies. But now the truth, I must apprehend, To vanquish the darkness, beneath the skies. In the face of evil, I stand tall, Learning from mistakes, no longer confined. A testament that even fools can fall, And rise again, stronger in heart and mind.
El Velo del Encuentro
In the twilight’s gentle embrace, I ponder deep and wide,
An intertwining dance of hearts, where intimacy resides.
Within this fragile tapestry, where love and pain unite,
I weave a tale of ecstasy, and the darkness of self’s blight.
Intimacy, oh tender grace, a flame that burns so bright,
It binds two souls in fervent embrace, igniting passion’s light.
Through whispered words and tender touch, the walls begin to fade,
But in the depths of vulnerability, self-destruction may invade.
A gentle kiss upon the lips, a shiver down the spine,
Intimacy’s allure so sweet, it numbs the scars of time.
Yet hidden deep within the soul, a tempest fiercely brews,
The shadowed specter of self-doubt, where destruction can’t refuse.
In love’s embrace, we yearn for more, a hunger to be known,
But in the depths of self’s abyss, our fragile hearts are prone.
We crave the touch of understanding, a warmth that mends our soul,
Yet self-destruction’s lurking whispers threaten to take their toll.
Within the caverns of our minds, we battle and we fight,
The demons of our past arise, obscuring love’s pure light.
The touch that once brought solace now stings with icy pain,
As intimacy turns bittersweet, a dance on fragile terrain.
But in the depths of this dichotomy, a choice is ours to make,
To face the demons that consume, or let self-destruction take.
For in the arms of vulnerability, lies strength yet to be found,
To embrace our flaws and deepest scars, on solid ground we’re bound.
Intimacy and self-destruction, intertwined like cosmic threads,
A delicate balance to be sought, where healing softly spreads.
With open hearts and souls laid bare, we find the strength to heal,
And from the ashes of self-destruction, new life begins to reveal.
So let us cherish intimacy, in its beauty and its pain,
For in its depths, we learn to grow, to rise and love again.
In the delicate dance between self and soul, we find our way back home,
With intimacy as our compass, we’ll never be alone.