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.
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Warriors Echo
23/7/4
Version 1
In the depths of battle's fiery embrace, A voice awakens, relentless in peace. Whispering secrets, urging me to stand, To wield my weapon with unwavering hand. Inside my soul, it echoes with might, A call to arms, dispelling all fright. No matter the damage, my body may bear, I press forward, fueled by an eternal flare. The voice resounds, a steadfast guide, Through the darkest hours, it won't subside. Leaking blood, a small cost to endure, For victory's taste, so sweet and pure. Even when my functions begin to wane, The voice declares I shall rise again, A warrior's spirit, undying and strong, To fulfill my purpose, where I belong. For in this symphony of chaos and strife, I march ahead, embracing this life. The voice, my anthem, forever rings true, Inspiring valor, forging me anew. So heed this tale of the voice within, Embrace its fervor, let the battle begin. For warriors arise, unyielding, and brave, Till the final victory, their souls shall engrave. Version 2 In the depths of battle's hellish blaze, A voice emerges, harsh and bleak, Whispering curses, compelling me to stay, To brandish my weapon with despairing streak.
Within my soul, it howls with dread, A call to arms, sowing seeds of dread. No matter the torment, my body may face, I trudge onward, burdened by relentless pace. The voice resounds, an unwavering guide, Through the blackest hours, refusing to hide. Spilling blood, a sacrifice I endure, For victory's semblance, obscured and impure. Even as my essence begins to decay, The voice insists I shall rise, decayed and frayed, A warrior's ghost, unyielding and grim, To fulfill my purpose, where life grows dim. For in this discordant symphony of pain, I march ahead, embracing my own disdain. The voice, my requiem, ceaselessly screams, Injecting valor, tearing at my seams. So heed this chronicle of the voice inside, Embrace its torment, let the battle collide. For warriors emerge, unyielding, yet drenched, Till the final slaughter, their souls eternally quenched.
Birth, Purpose, Destiny
23/6/29
In a regal chamber, King Xouthoe did say,
To his beloved children, in a tender display,
“The days of your birth, dear ones, hold great worth,
And the day you uncover your purpose on Earth.”
With wisdom profound, his voice gentle and clear,
He wove a tale of purpose, for all hearts to hear,
Like the rising sun’s glow on a canvas of gold,
His words danced in verses, captivating and bold.
“The moment you entered this world, my dear child,
A miracle unfolded, your spirit unbeguiled,
Your presence bestowed a gift, pure and divine,
A spark in this tapestry of life, ever so fine.
Yet more than the day you drew your first breath,
Lies a quest, a journey that brings forth your depth,
The day you discover your calling, your raison d’être,
A purpose unveiled, a destiny fair and square.
For life, my precious ones, is a mysterious rhyme,
A tapestry woven through the corridors of time,
And as you seek, explore, and embrace your quest,
The tapestry’s colors will harmonize at its best.
Listen closely to your heart, its whispering plea,
A melody of dreams, longing to be set free,
For within each soul, a unique purpose awaits,
A purpose that kindles love, the world elevates.
The days you were born, my children, hold great might,
But the day you find your why, illuminates the night,
Embrace your passions, let them guide your way.
For purpose, my darlings, ignites life’s grand ballet.”
And so, in the presence of a wise and caring king,
His children were inspired, their souls taking wing,
Fort they understood, with hearts wide open and clear,
That their purpose awaited, shining ever so near.
The most important days, a truth deeply ingrained,
In the hearts of his children, a legacy sustained,
King Xouthoe’s words, a beacon in their skies,
As they embarked on their journeys, with purpose as their prize.
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.
Tituba: Celestial Vanguard
In realms of mystic power, a warrior roams,
Tituba, an Angel Assassin, she calls her
own.
With lightning crackle, her presence
unfolds,
A guardian of blance, a tale yet untold.
Her silver mist green eyes, a celesian gleam,
reflecting the cosmos, a starlit dream.
Within her lies the essennce of divine grace,
passion, playfulness, on her celestial face.
with gaze serene, emotions concealed,
A hint of dissapointment, her heart may
yield.
A dance of shadows, her distant kin she
wears,
To blend in the world, undetected,
unawares.
Adept in combat, a masterful display,
Hand-to-Hand prowess, swords her own
ballet.
Through battles waged, she moves with
might,
An expert of war, in darkness or in light.
But Tituba is more, a celesial thread,
A tepestry woven, where inspiration is
spread.
In her veins courses the pulse of the skies,
A conduit of wisdom, where secrets arise.
Astrological whispers, stars whisper her
name,
Cosmic alignments, her destiny aflame.
The constelations map her path with care,
guiding her steps, through relams unaware.
Passion ignites within, a fire untamed,
Playful laughter, her spirit untamed.
Her presence an inspiratio, a celestial
rhyme,
A beacon of hope in this tumultous time.
Oh, Tituba, Angel Assasssin of might,
With secrets and skills, veiled from sight,
Your story unfolds with cosmic delight,
A warrior, a muse, shining through the
night.
In realms beyondd, where legends reside,
Tituba, a celestial force, inspiration within,
Her journey continues, a tale yet to begin.
Value inside You
Within you, there’s something grand,
A treasure hidden, a golden strand,
The devil attacks with all his might,
But don’t despair, stand and fight.
Thieves don’t break into empty homes,
There’s something here, worth the comb,
The harder the battle, the greater the prize,
In the face of fear, let courage arise.
Don’t let the devil steal your joy,
Or your dreams, hopes, and employ,
You have a purpose, a destiny to fulfill,
So rise up, let your light spill.
The devil’s attacks will come and go,
But your strength will continue to grow,
For inside you, there’s a flame that burns,
A light that shines, a lesson learned.
So remember this, my dear friend,
The devil attacks because he can’t comprehend,
The value inside you, the power you hold,
So rise up, be bold, and let your story unfold.
What Once Was
Poem request by London: She gave the first line.
What happened to the good times?
The sun once shone so bright,
Its golden rays a gentle rhyme
That chased away the night.
The flowers bloomed in brilliant hues,
Their petals soft and kind,
And every breeze that gently blew
Brought fragrant peace of mind.
The world was full of wondrous things,
Like birds that sang with glee,
And laughter, like a pair of wings,
Set our hearts and sprites free.
But now it seems the world has
changed,
The sun obscured by clouds,
The flowers wilted and deranged,
Their beauty lost in shrouds.
The birds no longer sing their songs,
Their melodies now hushed,
And laughter, once a source of
throngs,
Has turned to tears, so crushed.
Yet even in this darkest hour,
A glimmer still remains,
A memory of what once was dour,
And hope that it sustains.
For though the world may seem to
fade,
Its beauty still endures,
and light of love, we'll wade
Through times that feel unsure.
Bridge Between Heart and Mind
quote: “Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier and simpler.” Friedrich Nietzsche
Feelings that stir and emotions that flow,
A never-ending stream that ebbs and grows,
The deepest parts of who we are,
A complex web of light and dark.
And yet, when we try to put them into words,
The shadows of our thoughts often go unheard,
For they are always darker, emptier, and simpler,
Than the feelings that they try to deliver.
The pain we feel when our hearts are broken,
The joy that comes when love is spoken,
These feelings are too vast to be expressed,
In mere words, they can never be fully addressed.
Thoughts, like shadows, can never convey,
The full spectrum of emotions that come our way,
But they are a bridge between heart and mind,
Helping us to understand and to unwind.
So, let the shadows of our thoughts be a guide,
As we navigate the depths of our heart inside,
For even though they may be darker, emptier, and simpler,
They can help us find the light in the midst of the thunder.
Celestial Romance
The poem request from Jessica wants this quote “Isn’t it beautiful? The moon glowing using sun’s light and never ask for anything in return.” to describe their feelings for each other.
Two souls entwined, a bond so bright,
Like the moon glowing in the night,
Reflecting the light of the sun’s embrace,
Their love radiates with unyielding grace.
Like the moon, they shine with ease,
Without the need for anything to appease,
In each other’s company, they find solace,
A perfect union, without any malice.
Their love is like a cosmic dance,
A beautiful display of romance,
A celestial rhythm that’s pure and true,
Guided by the stars and the moon’s hue.
With each passing day, their love grows strong,
A timeless love that will last lifelong,
Just like the moon, they shine bright,
A wondrous sight, in each other’s light.
The Beauty of Selflessness
Created: March 25, 2023
Quote: “I always thought, I might be bad. Now I’m sure that it’s true. Cuz I think you’re so good and I’m nothing Like you.”
I always thought, I might be bad,
A darkness lurking, making me sad,
A gnawing feeling, deep inside,
A constant battle, I cannot hide.
Now I’m sure that it’s true,
For when I see the likes of you,
I’m struck with awe, so pure and bright,
A shining star, in darkest night.
You speak with kindness, without fear,
A beacon of hope, so bright and clear,
A selflessness, I can’t conceive,
A noble heart, that will not leave.
And yet, here I am, in my own skin,
A tarnished soul, that can’t begin,
To match the goodness, that you exude,
A stark contrast, I can’t conclude.
For I am nothing, like you,
No shining star, so pure and true,
Just a mere mortal, with faults and flaws,
And though it hurts, it’s just because.
I see in you, all that I lack,
A shining light, I can’t attract,
But still, I hope to learn from you,
And maybe, one day, be something too.