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.
Defiance
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.
Darkness Defied
Prompt: Monologue
Bictan God of Death: Fall. You are alone, child. There is only Darkness you…And only DEATH to your people. I will command a Great and terrible Army. And we will Sail until every light has been extinguished. You are strong Child. But I am beyond Strength. I AM THE END!!
In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,
Bictan God of Death arrives,
His voice a tempest, fierce and loud,
A monologue that strikes, unbowed.
“Fall,” he whispers, to the weary soul,
Alone, adrift, in darkness’ control,
No ray of hope, no glimmer bright,
Only death’s grip, a fearsome blight.
He claims dominion, over the land,
Commanding armies at his command,
A great and terrible force unleashed,
To snuff out every light, a feast.
But child, fear not, for you are strong,
In the face of darkness, you belong,
Though he may boast, beyond all might,
You hold the power, burning bright.
The end he claims, an empty guise,
For you possess what never dies,
A spark within, a soul aflame,
Against his wrath, you’ll stake your claim.
This monologue of doom and dread,
Shall be transformed to verse instead,
In poetry’s embrace, a glimmer found,
Defying darkness, love profound.
So let him sail, with all his might,
For in your heart, a guiding light,
His grandest plans, they shall not rend,
As long as love’s anthem, you defend.