Мистер Слит

Created: June 24, 2022

 

Мистер Слит came to visit me today.

He wrapped me in pain, cradled me with
sorrow
and told me not to wait till tomorrow
it is time he said.

He told me to follow his lead
Count to three
And not to look back
There's nothing left here for me
but pain
He said with him I'd be free
Free like birds flying in the summer breeze.

Oh, Мистер Слит
you do make a good offer
I could play with the other lost kids all winter
and summer.

Just a second I'll be there in a few
Just need to pack a thing or two
My existence is forlorn.

From my body, I am torn.
Withered and stripped,
My soul is worn.

Inside brews an endless storm.
Oh how I long to be no more

Context: The poem “Мистер Слит came to visit me today” is a dark and melancholic piece that reflects the speaker’s desire to escape from their current state of pain and sorrow. The poem personifies “Mr. Slit” as a tempting figure who offers the speaker freedom from their suffering. The speaker is considering the offer and appears to be ready to accept it, as they feel forlorn and torn from their body. The final line of the poem suggests a desire to end their existence and be at peace. The poem explores themes of depression, despair, and the desire for release from emotional pain.

 

 

A Whimsical World

Created: April 1, 2023, 16:30 pm

In a whimsical world, beyond what we know,
Where the sun and the moon both put on a show,
There lived a dreamer, who wandered so free,
Through forests of fantasy, and mountains of majesty.

Her memories were etched in the trees and the stones,
And her heart beat strong with the rhythm of the unknown,
For she’d tasted the sweetness of food and of love,
And known the pain of heartbreak, both below and above.

Her spirit was lifted by hope’s gentle hand,
As she roamed through the meadows, across the land,
And though she knew sadness, and loss, and despair,
She kept climbing higher, with courage to spare.

In this world of what ifs, she found her way,
And learned to cherish each moment, come what may,
For even when life seemed a mystery,
She held on to the goodness of all she could see.

Through friendships that bloomed like the flowers in spring,
She found a sense of belonging, and a song to sing,
And when she looked back on the journey she’d trod,
She knew that she’d lived, and had loved with all her heart.

And so, in this world of fantasy and dreams,
She found the key to unlocking life’s themes,
Of joy, of reflection, of the bittersweet,
Of memories, of realization, of all that’s unique.

For in this world beyond what we know,
The beauty of life can truly glow,
And we can find meaning in the most unlikely places,
And create a world filled with hope and with graces.

Lost

created: April 2, 2020

There was once a Majic, rare and true,
Whose power could restore a lost culture anew,
But this Majic was trapped, hidden away,
In a box that held it captive day by day.

The lost clan knew not what they had lost,
Their culture stolen, their history tossed,
But rumors had spread of the Majic’s might,
And hope burned bright in the depths of their plight.

They searched and searched for that fabled box,
Hoping to free the Majic from its locks,
For they knew that with its power in hand,
Their culture could flourish once again.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks to years,
But still they searched through joy and tears,
Until at last, they found the box,
And freed the Majic from its paradox.

With a burst of light, the Majic was free,
And the lost clan’s culture was restored with glee,
Their traditions, stories, and songs once more,
Thriving as they had in times of yore.

So remember the Majic trapped in its box,
And the power it holds to restore lost clocks,
For even in the darkest of times,
Hope and perseverance can lead to great finds.

Flickering Flames

Disclaimer: Ersell is taking a break rn. He has stuff scheduled for this month so I’ll be posting stuff he has written but just hasn’t thought of publishing yet – Beni

He made this last night at 4:30 am when he was with me. it ain’t about me sadly but I know who tho. Hope you’ll enjoy

My heart aches with a longing desire,
Like a moth drawn to a flickering fire.
I yearn for your touch, your warm embrace,
But I know the flames would leave a scar on my face.

Like a rose blooming in the desert sands,
Our love would wilt, wither, and crumble in our hands.
For the sun scorches the petals with its glare,
And the winds of change leave only thorns to bear.

The moon whispers secrets to the tide,
As I hide my love, deep inside.
For like the waves that kiss the shore,
Our love would crash and burn, leaving nothing more.

The stars twinkle in the night,
As I yearn for you with all my might.
But like a shooting star that fades away,
I know our love would burn out and stray.

So I choose to stay away from now on,
To keep my love hidden, forever gone.
For like a rose in the desert sands,
Our love would wilt, wither, and crumble in our hands.

 

 

Mystical Archer: The Tale of Helios Umetris

Created: March 25, 2023

 

Amidst the Misty de la Grove,
A creature roamed, a hybrid of love.
An elf and fairy, in one body entwined,
With brown eyes that shone, bright and kind.

Helios Umetris, at only 23,
Had many feats that could make one see.
A skilled archer with a bow so fine,
And enhanced senses that made him divine.

He could charm and turn invisible too,
And the elements, he could bend and imbue.
With the power of flight and teleportation,
His agility and stealth brought admiration.

But sirens, oh how he did despise,
Their alluring songs that could mesmerize.
Despite this, he found love with Batsheva Xalu,
A siren from IceHollow, with whom he’ll pursue.

Helios Umetris, a being of wonder,
With abilities that make him thunder.
Yet, in his hobbies, he found peace,
Reading books and sipping drinks with ease.

In Misty de la Grove, he made his home,
And with his brother, Zeke Locktin, he’d roam.
A child of Hethica and Hawthorne Umetris,
His legacy of magic, he’ll continue to weave and bliss.

The Wolf with Hollowed Fangs: Mylo’s Tale

Created: April 1, 2023

 

The Ethiopian Wolf, Mylo by name,
Strides with confidence and untamed grace.
His eyes a mix of burgundy and green,
Sharp senses honed, he’s a hunter supreme.

Born in the Kingdom of Cloudy Lavaossa,
His origins hidden, his story untold.
His hobbies, likes, and dislikes unknown,
Mysterious, he stands apart, alone.

With his sister, Aster Redwood, he’s close,
Their bond unbreakable, a sight to behold.
But his romantic life remains obscure,
A solitary wolf, his heart demure.

Mylo’s abilities are a sight to see,
Resilience, adaptability, hunting prowess so free.
His Hollowed Fang delivers a bite so strong,
A force to reckon, a skill he’s honed so long.

Keen senses, he detects dangers in the wild,
Communication and danger sense, he’s skilled.
Mylo, the wolf, a formidable foe,
With skills and abilities that set him aglow.

 

 

Lormere’s finest Mariana

Created: in class @ 16:09 March 31, 2023

In a land of magic, where vampires roam,
And elves dance among the trees,
There lived a young girl, mixed and rare,
Whose eyes were gold as the sun.

Mariana was her name, with talents abound,
She sang she baked, she read,
Pies and ice cream, her sweet tooth knew,
Her creations were a sight to behold.

But beware, for she could manipulate,
Not just light and ice, but emotions too,
Her enhanced speed and vision, a force to reckon,
With a bow and sword, she was a warrior in bloom.

Aster Redwood was her love, they shared the love,
For adventure and magic, to discover new worlds,
But without friends, Mariana stood alone,
Her bond with her parents, the only stronghold.

She abhorred deceit and being used,
The hot summer season, a time to lose,
For Mariana was unique, a Velf or Elmpire,
Whose mixed heritage brought forth a range of desires.

With a kind and gentle spirit, and a heart full of love,
Mariana Reeves was a joy to be around,
A rare and precious gem, in a world full of wonders,
Her light shone bright, as she journeyed on.

Siren’s Song: Batsheva’s Tale

Created: March 31, 2023, 3:03 pm

 

Batsheva, the siren of IceHollow,
With eyes as sweet as a ripe peach,
Practices water manipulation with skill,
And swims through the waves of the beach.

She smokes and mixes drinks with delight,
Creating concoctions both complex and plain,
Though certain juices she can’t abide,
They simply bring her disdain.

Her husband, Helios Umetris, by her side,
With a brother named Ishnol Xalu,
Her parents are Beatrice and Zayden Xalu,
Who raised her to be strong and true.

Batsheva’s abilities are vast and rare,
Her lung capacity enhanced, her endurance strong,
She can manipulate water with a flick of her wrist,
And her singing voice can seduce and prolong.

Shapeshifting and healing powers she has,
And her strength and coordination are unmatched,
All of these feats combine to make her,
A force to be reckoned with, hard to dispatch.

So, beware of Batsheva, the siren of IceHollow,
For her powers can enchant and bewitch,
But with her by your side, you’ll surely be safe,
And her love will make your heart skip a hitch.

I am a siren, a creature of the sea, my voice like a melody that can both soothe and ensnare. But my power lies not only in my song but also in my ability to shape and manipulate water, a force to be reckoned with in both calm and stormy seas.

The Chilling Fog of Aster Redwood

Created: February  26, 2023, 14:30

Aster Redwood, with eyes like peach and purple skies,
A wolf among her kind, stands out, a rare surprise,
With her brother by her side, they practice magic with ease,
But when not, she loves to read, sing, and cook with peace.

Aster’s senses are heightened, the danger she can detect,
Her chilling fog ability, a temperature effect,
Emotions she can read, understanding all around,
Aster’s awareness of feelings truly astounds her.

Her girlfriend Mariana, a Velf with grace,
Aster’s love and devotion, etched on her face,
While she loves to drink, sirens she cannot stand,
They’re singing a jarring noise, in Aster’s homeland.

Her mother Kifo Yasujiro, her father unknown,
Aster’s origin in the Kingdom of Cloudy Lavaossa is shown,
A unique wolf with gifts, and a love for her kin,
Aster Redwood, is a marvel, one of a kind, within.

Sometimes, the only way to find clarity is to let the chilling fog roll in and wash away the distractions.

The Psychutal: A Soul of Two Minds

Created: Feb. 18, 2023, 19:34 pm

In the Forest of Vekalu, where the shadows reign,
A Psychutal was born, two minds in one frame,
Lilith and Destuca, a duality of thought,
A rare and powerful race, with empathy sought.

Their single body housed two distinct souls,
One with empathy, the other with goals,
Lilith understood the pain of others,
While Destuca sought to cause more trouble.

Their eyes were strange, with white irises so bright,
Blue pupils that shone like a starry night,
And red sclera with white cracks like ice,
An unusual sight, that left many in surprise.

Despite their appearance, they served with care,
Helping those in need, their abilities rare,
Able to enter the minds of their prey,
Evilly manipulating their thoughts.

Their hobby was their work, their passion clear,
Helping others drown in their fear,
A rare gift, they embraced with pride,
Two souls, in one body, an extraordinary ride.

The Psychutal, a soul of two minds,
A race so rare, a gift so kind,
Lilith and Destuca, an unusual pair,
Whose empathy and goals, made them quite rare.

Do you think what we’re doing is wrong? Those people are suffering. We helped them end it by pushing them further. We love our victims very much and do what we can to help love.

"We may share a body, but we each have our own mind, our own soul. 
Together, we are a force to be reckoned with, a dual consciousness unlike any other. 
We are Lilith and Destuca, two sides of the same coin, and we embrace our uniqueness to help those in need"