Month: May 2023

Value inside You

Within you, there’s something grand,
A treasure hidden, a golden strand,
The devil attacks with all his might,
But don’t despair, stand and fight.

Thieves don’t break into empty homes,
There’s something here, worth the comb,
The harder the battle, the greater the prize,
In the face of fear, let courage arise.

Don’t let the devil steal your joy,
Or your dreams, hopes, and employ,
You have a purpose, a destiny to fulfill,
So rise up, let your light spill.

The devil’s attacks will come and go,
But your strength will continue to grow,
For inside you, there’s a flame that burns,
A light that shines, a lesson learned.

So remember this, my dear friend,
The devil attacks because he can’t comprehend,
The value inside you, the power you hold,
So rise up, be bold, and let your story unfold.

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The Double-Edged Curse

My personality, a blade of two sides,
An instrument of darkness, that never subsides,
With every pull, the wound it deepens,
The more I tug, the more my spirit weakens.

I try to sheath it, keep it confined,
But the blade emerges, a constant grind,
The more I push, the more it cuts,
And those around me, their blood it sucks.

I yearn to connect, to share my pain,
But the edges cut, leaving a bloody stain,
And those I care for, they feel the sorrow,
As I struggle with this blade, no tomorrow.

It’s a never-ending battle, a constant plight,
To keep the blade sheathed, away from the light,
To find a way to balance the scales,
And let my true self die, without leaving any trails.

For while the sword may bring harm,
It’s also a source of great alarm,
A curse, a burden, a darkness within,
A gift that I must learn to shun and win.

So I’ll keep on wielding, learning to cope,
With this double-edged sword, my only hope,
To find a way to let go of this pain,
And share my light, without leaving a stain.

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(Poem) Shadows of Disdain: A Tense Exchange between Teammates

In this world, divided by worth and use,
Two members of a team engage in dispute,
Ishnol, cold and emotionless in his views,
Believes Unela is worthless, without refute.

Unela, hurt and angry, stands her ground,
Years of working together now in question,
She thought they shared a mutual understanding,
But to Ishnol, she’s just a tool for selection.

The argument escalates, emotions flare,
Unela defends her skills and experience,
While Ishnol judges her without care,
She’s a liability, in his eyes, without coherence.

Unela refuses to give up on her dreams,
To quit the team and everything she’s worked for,
She sees her worth beyond her skill extremes,
And reminds Ishnol they’re not just tools, but more.

Ishnol, unmoved, warns of the danger ahead,
But Unela fights on, refusing to be swayed,
She challenges Ishnol’s views with a pointed thread,
And reminds him of the debt he’s yet to repay.

In the end, their argument unresolved,
The two teammates remain at odds,
One cold and unfeeling, the other resolved,
To prove her worth and fight for the cause.

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Shadows of Disdain 1: A Tense Exchange between Teammates

Ishnol: Who cares about working together? In this world, there are people that are of use and there are people who are worthless and you Unela are worthless.

 

Unela: (Pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she looks at Ishnol with a mixture of anger and sadness) I see. So that’s how you really feel about me, Ishnol. After all these years of working together, and all the missions we’ve completed side by side, you still believe I’m worthless?

Ishnol: (Remains silent, his expression blank and emotionless)

Unela: (defensive) I may not be as experienced as some of the others, but I’ve been doing this for years. I’ve faced my fair share of challenges and come out on top. (Continues, her voice growing more strained) I thought we had a mutual understanding, Ishnol. We were part of the same team, fighting for the same cause. But I guess I was wrong. I guess I was just a tool to you, something to be used and discarded when I was no longer used.

Ishnol: (Finally speaks, his voice low and cold) Don’t be so dramatic, Unela. It’s not about you as a person. It’s about your abilities or lack thereof.

Unela: (Bitterly) And what abilities do you have that make you so superior, Ishnol? The fact that you can disappear for days, weeks, or even months without a word to anyone? That you can kill without a second thought, without any remorse or regret?

Ishnol: (coldly) Don’t play dumb with me. I’ve been watching you, observing how you handle yourself in the field. You lack the necessary skills and instincts to survive in this line of work. You’re a liability to us and a danger to yourself.

Unela: (frustrated) And what do you suggest I do then? Quit the team? Give up on everything I’ve worked for?

Ishnol: (firmly) That might be for the best-

Unela: (angered) You don’t get to decide that for me, Ishnol. I’ll stay and fight alongside my team, no matter what you or anyone else thinks. We’re not just tools to be used and discarded. We’re people, with emotions and feelings. We’re not machines.

Ishnol: (unmoved) Suit yourself. But just remember, if you get yourself killed out there, it won’t be my fault. I warned you.

Unela: You’re so quick to judge, Ishnol. Don’t forget that you wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for the miracle of your ancestral form. If it hadn’t intervened that day, you would have been dead under that rubble like the rest of your family.

Ishnol: (pauses for a moment, his expression unchanged) You think that makes me indebted to you or the Angel Assassins? I am here because I choose to be, not because I owe anyone anything.

Unela: (her eyes narrow) You may not feel indebted, but you owe it to yourself to be a better operator and a better person. The way you speak to others is unacceptable and it will only lead to your downfall.

Ishnol: (leaning closer to Unela) My downfall? I assure you, Unela, I am not the one who should be worried about their downfall. You seem to forget that we are not friends, and I have no obligation to work with you or anyone else. My only concern is completing my missions and doing so with precision and efficiency.

 

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Siren’s Call

He knows that love can hurt, can leave him scarred,
Yet still he seeks that flame to light his way,
A fire bright that burns both hot and hard,
That draws him close, that makes him want to stay.

He knows the risks, the pain that he’ll endure,
The nights of tears, the days of constant strife,
But still he craves that feeling of allure,
The rush of passion that ignites his life.

He tries to fight it, but it’s just too strong,
The pull of toxic love that he can’t shake,
He knows it’s wrong, that it’s been too long,
But still he’s drawn to make that same mistake.

And so he walks with candle burning bright,
Though toxic love will lead him through the night.

 

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Mazed Memory of Fire

Amidst the flames of my forgetful past,
I find myself lost in a mazy haze,
A labyrinth of memories that last,
A twisted path of smoke and fiery blaze.

I search for light to guide me through this maze,
To find a way out of this burning pain,
But every turn leads me to darker days,
And every step feels like a loss or gain.

Oh, how I wish I could escape this fate,
To break these chains of my own making free,
To find a path that’s not of fear or hate,
And reach the peace that waits ahead for me.

Yet, in this mazed memory of fire,
I’ll keep searching, with hope as my desire.

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Mazed Memory of Fire (Song Version)

Verse 1:
I’m lost in a maze of memories,
A labyrinth of forgotten dreams.
I’m searching for a way out,
But the flames of my past keep burning me down.

Chorus:
Mazed memory of fire,
I’m trapped in the flames of desire.
Burning, yearning, never learning,
I’m lost in this maze of my own making.

Verse 2:
I try to escape, but the walls keep closing in,
I’m suffocating in the smoke of my sin.
I can’t remember how I got here,
But I know that I don’t want to disappear.

Chorus:
Mazed memory of fire,
I’m trapped in the flames of desire.
Burning, yearning, never learning,
I’m lost in this maze of my own making.

Bridge:
I’m tired of running, tired of hiding,
Tired of the pain and the lies.
I need to face my fears, to break these chains,
To find my way out of this maze.

Chorus:
Mazed memory of fire,
I’m trapped in the flames of desire.
Burning, yearning, never learning,
I’m lost in this maze of my own making.

Outro:
I’ll find a way out of this maze,
I’ll break these chains and start a new page.
I’ll leave behind this mazed memory of fire,
And find the freedom of my heart’s true desire.

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The Paradox of Control and Freedom

Ok, so this is a new thing I’m doing. a Three in 1 type post.

basically, it’s three poems on 1 post but It’s coming from the mind of one person at different points in their life.

 

  1. Trapped Will
    I am my own prisoner, trapped in this cage,
    No one can hear my cries of rage.
    I won’t be free, I won’t be brave,
    I’ll do what they want, even to my grave.

    You thought you had power over my life,
    That without your consent, I was a strife.
    But babe, you must understand my pain,
    No one can save me, I’m already slain.

    I’ll surrender my will, I’ll bow to your might,
    With fear and weakness, I’ll give up the fight.
    You can strap me down and silence my voice,
    Or leave me to suffer, I have no choice.

    For I am the slave of my own fate,
    My destiny lies in the hands of hate.
    So don’t try to save me, don’t even try,
    For I am the one who slowly dies.

  2. Unrestrained Freedom
    I am my own person, free and wild,
    No one can dictate the path of my life.
    I won’t be held back, I won’t be beguiled,
    I’ll do what I want, even with strife.

    You thought you could hold me with your reign,
    That without your permission, I’d be tamed.
    But babe, you must understand my domain,
    No one can control me, I won’t be shamed.

    I’ll take the reins, I’ll steer my own course,
    With courage and strength, I’ll show no remorse.
    You can strap in and join me for the ride,
    Or back down, cower, and hide.

    For I am the master of my own fate,
    My destiny lies in my hands to create.
    So don’t try to control me, don’t even try,
    For I am the one who soars high.

  3. The Dichotomy of Freedom and Enslavement
    I am the master of my own fate,
    But I am also trapped in a darkened state.
    No one can dictate the path of my life,
    Yet I am bound by chains of strife.

    You thought you could control me with your reign,
    But I am also a prisoner in this pain.
    Babe, you must understand my domain,
    I seek freedom, yet I’m enslaved.

    I’ll take the reins and steer my own course,
    Yet I am still a slave to a haunting force.
    With courage and strength, I’ll show no remorse,
    But inside, I’m broken, lost without a source.

    You can strap in and join me for the ride,
    But know that my soul is trapped inside.
    Or back down, cower, and hide,
    For I am the one who’s trapped, alone to abide.

    For I am the master and the slave of my own fate,
    My destiny lies in a twisted and tangled state.
    So don’t try to control me, nor try to save,
    For I am the one who’s lost, the one who’s enslaved.

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What Once Was

Poem request by London: She gave the first line.

What happened to the good times?
The sun once shone so bright,
Its golden rays a gentle rhyme
That chased away the night.

The flowers bloomed in brilliant hues,
Their petals soft and kind,
And every breeze that gently blew
Brought fragrant peace of mind.

The world was full of wondrous things,
Like birds that sang with glee,
And laughter, like a pair of wings,
Set our hearts and sprites free.

But now it seems the world has
changed,
The sun obscured by clouds,
The flowers wilted and deranged,
Their beauty lost in shrouds.

The birds no longer sing their songs,
Their melodies now hushed,
And laughter, once a source of
throngs,
Has turned to tears, so crushed.

Yet even in this darkest hour,
A glimmer still remains,
A memory of what once was dour,
And hope that it sustains.

For though the world may seem to
fade,
Its beauty still endures,
and light of love, we'll wade
Through times that feel unsure.
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Bridge Between Heart and Mind

quote: “Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier and simpler.” Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Feelings that stir and emotions that flow,
A never-ending stream that ebbs and grows,
The deepest parts of who we are,
A complex web of light and dark.

And yet, when we try to put them into words,
The shadows of our thoughts often go unheard,
For they are always darker, emptier, and simpler,
Than the feelings that they try to deliver.

The pain we feel when our hearts are broken,
The joy that comes when love is spoken,
These feelings are too vast to be expressed,
In mere words, they can never be fully addressed.

Thoughts, like shadows, can never convey,
The full spectrum of emotions that come our way,
But they are a bridge between heart and mind,
Helping us to understand and to unwind.

So, let the shadows of our thoughts be a guide,
As we navigate the depths of our heart inside,
For even though they may be darker, emptier, and simpler,
They can help us find the light in the midst of the thunder.

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