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.
Guilt
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.
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.
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.