Month: May 2023

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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Un tablero de sangre

In the quiet of her mind,
A battle rages on,
A war of strategy and might,
Played out on a board, alone.

The pieces move with silent grace,
Each step a calculated risk,
Her mind is focused, sharp and clear,
As she plans her every twist.

The pawns advance, the knights in play,
My queen, a fearsome sight,
But on the other side they wait,
Their forces strong and bright.

The bishops, rooks and king move out,
A force to be reckoned with,
And as they close in on my line,
Her heart begins to quicken.

For in this game of chess she plays,
She sees a war unfold,
A conflict fought with swords and guns,
With stories yet untold.

She sees the soldiers, brave and true,
Their spirits strong and bold,
But also fear and pain and loss,
Their stories yet untold.

She wonders then, with heavy heart,
If war is just a game,
A battle fought with pieces moved,
With lives that are the same.

And as she takes my final move,
The pieces fall in place,
She realizes that in war and chess,
The cost is in the race.

For in both games, we sacrifice,
Our pieces and our men,
And in the end, what do we win,
But sorrow and chagrin.

So let us play the game of peace,
Where lives are not the cost,
And let us hope for better days,
When war is but a ghost.
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Free to Fly Again

Oh, sweet freedom, how I love thee,
Thou art the breeze that sets me free,
From the chains of doubt and fear,
And from the worries that hold me near.

For when I am free, I am alive,
And I can see the world with eyes
That are unclouded by the weight
Of all the troubles that might await.

And when things don’t go as planned,
And life throws me a curveball in hand,
I know that I can count on those
Who surround me, my friends and foes.

For they are the ones who lend a hand,
And help me to stand up and take a stand,
To face whatever life may bring,
And rise up with joy and sing.

So here’s to the love of being free,
And to the ones who care for me,
I raise my voice with gratitude,
For the love and support that lift my mood.

For with their help, I can bounce back,
And face whatever life might attack,
With a heart that’s strong and free,
And a soul that’s filled with glee.

the gist: Celebrates the concept of freedom and how it can free one from doubts, fears, and worries, allowing them to see the world with unclouded eyes. The speaker also acknowledges the importance of having support from friends and foes during tough times, and how their love and care can help one bounce back and face life’s challenges with a strong heart and a joyful soul. The poem ultimately expresses gratitude for the freedom and the people who support and uplift us.

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