In a world where dreams were cast aside, My artistic fire began to hide. The people around me, their doubts grew strong, "Study harder, child, don't you want to belong?" Ambitions suppressed, I followed their lead, Achieving straight A's, fulfilling their creed. But empty was my heart, devoid of delight, For I craved the canvas, the colors so bright. High school arrived, my facade crumbled fast, Grades slipped away, like grains in an hourglass. Yet within the chaos, a spark reappeared, 1 picked up my pencil, my passion revered. Years lost, creativity held in chains, But I embraced art, despite the pains. And amidst the struggle, a glimmer of hope, For my mother's support, like a lifeline, she'd rope. Yet weary I grew, tired of pretense, Of family's false pride, their shallow defense. Demanding my work, their voices would persist, But their words felt hollow, a mocking twist. So now I break free, from their expectations, Seeking my path, defying frustrations. For art is my essence, my soul's sweet release, Not measured by praise or societal peace. I'll paint with resilience, my spirit aflame, With strokes of passion, I'II etch my own name. No longer bound by their doubtful embrace, I'll forge my own destiny, in colors I trace. For true fulfillment lies in following my heart, In art's vast canvas, I'll find my true art. No more seeking validation or lies to appease, I’ll paint my own masterpiece, my soul's masterpiece.
Adventure
Personalidades de la intimidad exploradas
In the realm of intimacy, a tapestry unfolds,
With threads of various colors, stories yet untold.
Let us venture forth and explore, with words unbound,
The intricate personalities of women we have found.
First, there’s the docile soul, gentle as a breeze,
Whose tender touch and whispered words put hearts at ease.
She nurtures love with grace, like a flower in bloom,
Embracing vulnerability, weaving love’s sweet loom.
Next, the intrigued spirit, curious and keen,
With eyes that sparkle, she seeks what lies unseen.
Her adventurous soul ignites flames deep within,
Unveiling hidden passions, where desires begin.
Then comes the shy heart, a treasure tucked away,
Like a delicate butterfly, fluttering in the sun’s ray.
Her every touch speaks volumes, a language soft and true,
Whispering secrets of love only known to a chosen few.
The energetic enchantress dances in the night,
Her vibrant laughter echoes, a symphony of delight.
With fiery passion, she ignites the flames of desire,
Unleashing a whirlwind of love, a burning pyre.
Ah, the seductive siren, captivating and bold,
Her enchanting allure leaves hearts entwined, untold.
She weaves a web of pleasure, where fantasies conspire,
Leaving souls ensnared, consumed by desire’s fire.
Lastly, the conniving enchantress, a paradoxical art,
Her sly allure entangles, capturing the willing heart.
With cunning whispers and a knowing gaze,
She wields intimacy’s power, like a delicate maze.
These intimate personas, a symphony of femininity,
Each with her own magic, a unique divinity.
In this rich tapestry of love’s intricacies unfurled,
We honor the kaleidoscope of womanhood, a precious world.
El Abrazo de la Tranquilidad – The Embrace of Serenity
Poem Request by TL “I want something sexual and calm”
In the realm of hearts, where emotions ignite,
Where souls entwine in the depth of the night,
There lie the secrets that lovers oft keep,
A tapestry woven with passion so deep.
Intimacy, a dance of souls ablaze,
Where bodies entwined in a lover’s maze,
With tender caresses and whispered desires,
They kindle the flames of passionate fires.
In the hushed whispers of a stolen affair,
Secrecy weaves its enigmatic snare,
Hidden glances and clandestine kisses,
A forbidden love that no one dismisses.
Yet amidst the shadows and clandestine charms,
Adventure beckons with open arms,
Through wild escapades, their spirits unite,
Exploring uncharted realms day and night.
But love is not merely a thrill-seeking ride,
Romance adds grace to the swelling tide,
Gentle gestures and words that entwine,
A symphony of hearts in harmony divine.
In the depths of love, peace begins to bloom,
The tranquil oasis, amidst life’s gloom,
In each other’s arms, they find solace and rest,
A sanctuary where worries are caressed.
And so, the tapestry of love unfolds,
Intimacy, secrecy, adventure it holds,
Romance and peace, like a melody’s sway,
In love’s embrace, they find their way.
For love is a journey, a sacred art,
Where souls intertwine, never to part,
In this symphony of life, they dance as one,
Love’s masterpiece, forever to be sung.
Telstra’s Resolve
“What are you doing? Why are you still holding…back?! Have you forgotten what they said to us? What they did? They think you’re a monster!! Prove them RIGHT!!!”
Telstra Spinx
In a moment of tempestuous plight,
Telstra’s powers flicker, a dormant might,
“What are you doing? Why hold back the flame?
Have you forgotten their words, their cruel game?
They label you a monster, an abhorrent sight,
But their ignorance blinds them from your true light.
Unleash the fury that dwells deep within,
Prove them right, let the storm begin!
For they know not the strength you possess,
The resilience within, the power to impress.
Rise, oh Telstra, embrace your might,
Unleash your essence, ignite the night!
No more shall their judgment chain you down,
No longer will you wear society’s frown.
With defiance as your guide, your spirit alight,
Prove them right, let your powers take flight!
Break the shackles, set your soul free,
Embrace the monster they claim you to be.
In your flames, their doubts shall ignite,
A testament to the power they failed to sight.
Oh Telstra, let their whispers fade,
Your destiny awaits, in darkness you wade.
Prove them right, let your strength unfurl,
For within your heart, an extraordinary world.”
Tangled Hearts, Endless Paths
In the realm of “What ifs” our minds do stray,
Exploring paths untaken, day by day.
But amidst false love, a treacherous guise,
Passions ignite, where truth oftentimes lies.
In the backdrop of war, a fierce crusade,
Desire burns bright, a love never swayed.
Amidst the chaos, families find solace,
Uniting in bonds that time can’t erase.
Adventure beckons, a wild, daring call,
Exploring the unknown, standing tall.
And within this tapestry, passions entwine,
Seeking pleasures untamed, intoxicating and divine.
But let us shift the focus, with respect and care,
To celebrate love in a way that’s fair.
For sex, though a part of the human experience,
Deserves a nuanced approach, with reverence.
Let’s honor intimacy, connection profound,
With consent and trust, a sacred ground.
A celebration of love, desire’s sweet surrender,
In a poem where respect and consent are the agenda.
So let our poem weave a tale of love’s embrace,
With passion and warmth, a tender grace.
Acknowledging that sex is part of life’s bloom,
But focusing on love’s depths, beyond the bedroom.
For love encompasses more than just physical delight,
It’s the emotional bond that shines in love’s light.
And in this poem, we celebrate the breadth,
Of love’s journey, where hearts find their true depth.
Via Sanguinis et Honoris/Path of Blood and Honour
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.
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.
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.