Month: June 2023

Monstrous Beast, Still Loved

23/6/26

In the Fairy Forest, a tale unfurled, Where a 
tower stood, worn, yet tall.
A knight adorned in silver, fearsome knight, 
And a woman, clad in white, stood by his 
side,
With opal necklace gleaming bright, and 
hair of white.

"What if my real face was hideous?" he 
asked, With a voice tinged with doubt, his 
heart entwined.
"Fear not," she replied, with gentle grace,
"For your visage matters not in love's 
embrace."

"Would it still be fine, if a monstrous beast I 
be?" His words echoed, carried by the 
whispering breeze.
A pause ensued, but her answer was clear,
"Yeah," she said, her voice tender and 
sincere.

"So, I'd still want to see it, in all its form,
For the essence of your being holds love's 
charm.
A face matters not, when souls intertwine,
As long as it's you, my love, your heart 
divine."

In the Fairy Forest, a love bloomed strong.
Amidst silver armor and a hood, dark and dread, 
With a woman dressed in white, an 
opal's glow, And a knight, finding solace in 
love's embrace,
Together, they found beauty in the depths of 
grace.
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Charm’s Manipulative Dance

23/6/23
In golden words she weaves her tale, 
A charming guise, a captivating veil.
"I'm pretty and smart," her lips declare,
While her eyes gleam with a knowing stare.

With cunning grace, she dances the game,
A master of manipulation, her aims untamed.
Her smile, a weapon, disarms with ease,
As she weaves her web of sweet deceit.

But behind that smile, a darkness resides, 
A heart detached, where empathy hides.
Her words, like whispers, they beguile,
Yet truth eludes her calculating guile.

Beneath the surface, a dismissive air,
She dances with power, devoid of care.
Her laughter, a mask, conceals her intent,
Leaving others to wonder where loyalty went.
For those who trust, her presence divine,
Yet beware the allure of her beguiling design.
Her charm, a façade, a fleeting ruse,
Leaving hearts shattered, and souls confused.

Oh, pretty and smart, she claims to be,
But her actions speak louder, for all to see.
A puppeteer of emotions, she plays her part,
Leaving behind a trail of broken hearts.

So be wary, dear souls, of her captivating spell,
For beneath her beauty lies a tale to tell.
In her realm of manipulation, she may reign, 
But true connection, she can never attain.
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Delusions

A kid in his room sitting down in front of his mirror alone in his room tower placed in a deep forest.  No contact from another human but a whisper from an otherworldly being whispers in his ear “You don’t feel yourself. Is it because you’re pretending to be someone else?”. The creature has always been there but the kid chose to ignore it until today when he finally broke.

 

In a room, a child sits alone,
Before the mirror, a reflection unknown.
A tower in the depths of a forest so deep,
Isolation blankets, their secrets to keep.

No human contact, a soul disconnected,
Yet a whisper arrives, from realms undetected.
An otherworldly being, always by their side,
Now beckoning, no longer denied.

“You don’t feel yourself,” the whisper cries,
“Is it because you wear a mask of lies?”
For too long, the child ignored this presence,
But today, their facade crumbles in essence.

A creature unseen, always watching with care,
Now embraced by the child’s desperate despair.
The walls built tall, now come crashing down,
As authenticity rises from a hidden crown.

The child’s tears, like rivers, start to flow,
Revealing emotions long kept in shadow.
No longer pretending, the truth takes its hold,
A journey within, a story yet untold.

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Embracing Redemption: A Journey from Self-Harm to Self-Love

Ever since I was a child. I convinced myself that I needed to hurt myself in order to punish myself for anything going wrong in my life. But then… I remembered you.

 

In the depths of my soul’s darkest hue,
Lies a tale of pain and self-undoing, true.
Since childhood’s days, I believed the lie,
That self-inflicted harm would make wrongs right.

A twisted belief took hold within,
That punishment was the path to absolution’s kin.
But in a moment’s grace, you came to mind,
A memory resurfaced, gentle and kind.

You, the beacon of love and light,
The one who showed me a different sight.
In your presence, my heart would soar,
And thoughts of self-harm would haunt no more.

For in your embrace, I found solace rare,
A love that whispered, “You’re worthy, fair.”
The chains of self-punishment began to break,
As your memory helped my soul awake.

No longer bound by the cycle of pain,
I started to heal, to rise, to regain.
You reminded me of the beauty I possess,
And that self-love is the path to progress.

So, as I leave behind the shadows of past,
A new journey begins, one that will last.
With gratitude, I hold your memory dear,
For helping me break free from self-inflicted fear.

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Belief in a Worthy Blessing

I hope beautiful things happen to you, and when they do, I hope you can believe that you are worthy of every single one of them.

In the realm of verse, let's weave a tale,
Of hopes and dreams that gently sail.
Where beautiful things come to find,
A place to dwell within the mind.

Oh, gracious soul, may your heart be bright,
As stars that twinkle in the night.
May destiny's hand gently unfold,
In stories yet untold, but soon to be told.

When fortune's breeze whispers your name,
And blessings in your life find their calm,
Believe, dear one, that you're worthy, true,
Of every joy that comes to you.

Like petals adorning a bloom so rare,
Embrace each moment, for it's yours to 
share.
Let doubt's shadow fade into the past,
For you my friend, have found your vast.

A tepestry woven with love and grace,
Painted ith hues of dreams embraced.
Embrace these blessings, let them unfurl,
As life's symphony dances and swirls.

And in the depths of yuor being, know,
You're desrving of all the seeds you sow.
For beauty resides within your core,
An eternal flame, forevermore.

So, when those beautiful things come your
way,
Breathe deeply, my dear, and let them stay.
Embrace the truth that you are deserving,
Of every blessing, ever deserving.

May your path be adorned with treasures
rare,
And may your heart forever bear,
The knowledge that you are worthy, true,
Of every dream that comes to you.

 

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Immortal Warden

6/11/23

Prompt: The Immortal Warden

Oh, my misguided friend, make no mistake. This is no mere episode of corruption of my eternal conviction. I shall find no solace until I find my enemies writhing in agonizing pain beneath the pressure of my blade, begging for mercy amongst the bodies of their fallen brothers, regretting and ruining the day in which they crossed me. Which I shall deny them such mercy as death.

 

In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A figure stern, the immortal Warden, tells
Of battles fought with fiery might,
And enemies crushed in eternal night.

Oh, my misguided friend, he cries,
This corruption breeds no compromise.
With unwavering conviction, he stands tall,
Vowing vengeance, to make them fall.

No solace sought, no respite found,
Until his foes lie broken on the ground.
Beneath his blade, in pain they writhe,
their final Breaths, the price of their strive.

Begging for mercy, they'll tremble, they'll
plead,
Yet his heart of steel will pay no heed.
Amidst the fallen, their brothers lost,
Regret will consume them, a bitter cost.

For they dared to cross his righteous path,
Invoking the wrath pf this immortal's wrath.
No mercy granted, no release from life,
They'll taste the bitter edge of his strife.

Oh. Immortal Warden, relentless and true,
Your vengeance burns with a crimson hue.
Through battles waged, your legend's born,
A symphony of anguish, your enemies torn.

In the annals of time, your name shall be 
sung,
A mythic figure, with songs forever young.
For you are the guardian, unyielding,
unchained,
Forever marked, by the vengeance you've
attained.
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Regretful Denial of Love

Kell: Look I… I can’t care for you the way I care for her. You know…?

Bianca: I know.

Kell: “You know–” Then why do you hang out with me like this anyway? Why do you spend so much time with me…?

Bianca: Well. Because I care for you. Isn’t that reason enough?

(Video gets cut off)

Marcell: Do you regret your choice now? Denying her feelings like they meant nothing.

Kell: You think holding me here will bring her back from the grave?

Marcell: All you had to do was care for her even if it wasn’t real.

 

In the depths of our tangled hearts’ maze,
Where love and longing intertwined,
A fragile dance of souls ablaze,
Two paths diverged, destinies assigned.

Kell, tormented by a love untamed,
His heart divided, pulled apart,
Could not reciprocate as Bianca claimed,
For another held his beating heart.

“I can’t care for you,” he softly spoke,
His voice laden with sorrow’s weight,
A confession that left their spirits broke,
Their bond tested, strained by fate.

Bianca, aware of his conflicted plight,
Accepted his truth with grace profound,
In her heart, a flickering light,
For Kell, her friendship did resound.

“Why do you stay?” he pleaded, distressed,
Seeking solace in her tender reply,
“I care for you,” she gently professed,
A reason pure, no question of why.

But regret loomed heavy in Marcell’s eyes,
As he observed the choices made,
He saw the pain, the love denied,
The consequences that wouldn’t fade.

“Do you regret?” Marcell asked, accusation in his tone,
Denying her feelings, like petals withered away,
He hoped to awaken what was overthrown,
To find redemption in love’s array.

But Kell’s response was resolute, yet bleak,
“Holding me here won’t revive what’s lost,
Even if I pretended, my heart wouldn’t speak,
Love can’t be forced at any cost.”

So Marcell, with pen in hand, crafted a verse,
An elegy for love’s shattered refrain,
A poem to capture the pain and curse,
Of hearts entangled, love’s bittersweet domain.

In the realm of words, he wove their tale,
Of Kell and Bianca, a bond misunderstood,
A tragedy of hearts destined to fail,
And the lessons learned in love’s tangled wood.

 

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Court Ruling

Prompt: Court Ruling

Prompt Conversation:

Keeta: Forget the trial. We should just execute them.

Isa: No!! I want to hear them make their case. I want them to think of what we might do to them. Because I want to do something worse.


In the realm of justice, passions ignite,
Where minds clash and shadows take their 
flight.
Keeta cries for swift execution's might,
While Isa yearns for a tale in the court's 
light.

"Forgo the trial," Keeta boldly declares,
Impatient, seeking justice unawares.
"Let's cast aside their pleas, their feeble 
claims,
And render retribution without refrains."

But Isa's heart, in darkness, takes its stand,
A deeper purpose she holds in her hand.
"I yearn to hear them speak, to bear their 
plea,
For justice lies in knowing what they see."

"I want them to think of what we might do,
To ponder their fate, their actions undue.
For in their fears, they'll feel our wrath take 
flight,
A punishment surpassing darkest night."

The court convenes, the stage set for the 
fray,
A symphony of justice in disarray.
Defendant and accuser face each other,
As the echoes of their sins start to smother.

The accused, with trembling voices, 
commence,
Their pleas for mercy mingling with 
suspense.
They recount their tale, a dance of despair,
Hoping for clemency, a chance to repair.

Keeta's eyes blaze with anger and disdain,
Each word fueling her desire to maim.
But Isa's gaze holds secrets, unseen power,
Her thirst for vengeance, growing by the 
hour.

The evidence laid bare, the arguments 
tossed,
The court must decide, no matter the cost.
Keeta, consumed by fury, pleads her case,
While Isa, silent, wears a stoic face.

The judges deliberate, the hour draws near,
And the weight of their verdict, full of fear.
Keeta dreams of bloodshed, swift and 
severe,
While Isa's vengeance whispers, crystal 
clear.

The ruling is rendered, justice's decree,
A balance of mercy and cruelty we see.
Keeta, disappointed, her anger unmet,
While Isa's vengeance deepens, a darker 
threat.

In the realm of justice, passions collide,
And the echoes of punishment still reside.
Keeta and Isa, forever entwined,
A testament to the complexity of the mind.

For in their hearts, a longing to find peace,
But divergent paths dictate their release.
And as the court adjourns, their souls 
entwist,
A testament to justice's delicate twist.


 

			

	
					

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Guilt VS. Denial

	

	

		
	

		

		
Prompt: Denying Guilt


Purpose: Bleak


Prompt convo:
Xalu, God Of Hatred: Do you blame yourself?
Namos: What?
Xalu, God Of Hatred: Well, it's quite common in this situation for a person to feel some type of...Guilt.
Namos: What situation?
Xalu, God Of Hatred: The accident.




In shadows deep, where hatred resides,

Xalu, the God, with words he chides.

“Do you blame yourself?” he asks with glee,

As guilt’s heavy cloak engulfs me.


“What situation?” I question, confused,

His gaze, piercing and keen, I’m accused.

“The accident,” he whispers with spite,

A moment, a tragedy, lost in the night.


But I, with steadfast resolve, deny,

Unaware of his accusations awry.

“No accidents caused, no pain I’ve dealt,

Guilt’s burden upon me, I’ve never felt.”


Denial, my shield, he scoffs and sneers,

For guilt, he claims, brings despair and tears.

Yet I stand firm, innocence proclaimed,

No evidence shown, no truth defamed.


Innocent or guilty, truth I seek,

A mere pawn in his game, I won’t be meek.

Baseless accusations, I won’t abide,

Manipulation’s grasp, I’ll cast aside.


For guilt, unfounded, can’t break my soul,

I won’t succumb, I’ll remain whole.

Righteousness and truth shall guide my way,

Through darkness, I’ll find the light’s pure ray.


Xalu laughs, dark laughter echoes loud,

But I won’t bow beneath his shroud.

Guilt’s weight, I refuse to bear,

A burden unjust, I’ll never wear.


In pursuit of truth, my spirit shall rise,

Redemption and growth before my eyes.

Guilt’s grasp, I’ll resist with unwavering strength,

Embracing hope, embracing its length.


So, Xalu, your words shall not deceive,

In bleakness, my spirit won’t believe.

For I choose to embrace a different song,

Where resilience and truth shall make me strong.


 

			

	
					

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Siblings’ Fiery Exchange

	

	

		
	

		

		
Prompt: Conversation between siblings


Prompt Conversation:


Shaati: (Grabs her sister by the color) And you dare call yourself human?!


Vylona: No, of course, I don’t. Neither should you (staring at her sister’s bloodied hands)


Shaati: Tch.


In the realm of sibling ties, emotions flare,
A fiery exchange, a tumultuous affair.
Shaati, with anger, grabs her sister's collar,
Questioning her humanity, causing the 
scene to holler.

Vylona, gazing at her sister's hands stained 
red,
Responds calmly, refusing to bow her head.
"No, I don't claim such title, nor should you," 
she declares,
A reflection in her eyes, pain and concern 
she wears.

The grip tightens, tension hangs in the air,
Words thrown like arrows, sharp and unfair.
Shaati's discontent, a bitter sound, "Tch,"
A fleeting expression, a voice of dismissal to 
catch.

Within the bounds of blood, conflict unfolds,
In this tapestry of emotions, their story 
holds.
In the depths of their bond, a tempest roars,
A tale of kinship, tested by life's countless 
scores.

But beneath the surface, a love remains 
strong,
Though disagreements persist, it won't be 
long,
For siblings to find solace, forgiveness to 
seek,
In the realm of compassion, unity they'll 
speak.

For the ties that bind, no storm can sever,
Through clashes and chaos, their bond will 
endeavor.
In the ebb and flow of life's relentless tide,
Their siblinghood endures, standing side by 
side.

So let the words fade, let the anger 
dissipate,
In the space between them, understanding 
awaits.
For in the tapestry of siblings' fierce 
contention,
Love's gentle thread weaves the ultimate 
redemption.

			

	
					

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