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.
Irony
Eternal Sentinel
Uneka calls out to Ishnol,
As he walks away, without control.
Leaving her behind, once again,
Without a word, or a thought to spend.
But then, she grabs him by the arm,
And he turns, with his eyes alarmed.
Black and white, with a Nordic sign,
A sight that makes her heart decline.
Ishnol speaks of immortality,
A curse that brings him agony,
Endless pain, and suffering,
A life that’s never-ending.
He’s seen things he wishes he hadn’t,
And his soul has been broken and battered.
He can’t be attached to anyone,
For they will die, while he lives on.
He’s been betrayed and held captive,
His gift a curse, that’s so massive.
Uneka tries to understand,
But he’s too broken to take her hand.
He tells her that immortality is a curse,
A fate worse than death, that’s adverse.
A reminder of one’s own insignificance,
In a universe that’s cruel and indifferent.
So Uneka learns from Ishnol’s pain,
And she’ll never see immortality the same.
For his words are a warning, a call,
To never seek what’s not worth it all.
Complex Web
The lyrics I portrayed in a song are from Introverted by Zotiyac. The lyrics are at the bottom.
I hope for the best, but don’t believe it
Trust is hard, and I’m not easily deceived
I keep my distance from others, no regrets
For I know the pain that comes from making bets
She trusted me once, but now I don’t know
The reasons why we drifted, why we let it go
Memories of our love, still fresh in my head
But the motives that changed, are still left unsaid
Long nights, arguments, and making up
Moments of passion, but never enough
I held her close, when she cried her tears
My shoulder wet, with the weight of her fears
She loved me, but I can’t believe
For my heart, remains hard to retrieve
Affectless, in the face of her affection
A shield I wear, to protect my reflection
Relationships, they come and go
Trust, love, regret, and woe
A complex web, that we all must weave
To find the balance, that we can all believe.
[Lyrics] "I don't believe it, but I hope the best I don't fuck with people, so I leave 'em without no regrеt She ain't have to trust me and shе did, but I don't know the rest Start off unconditional become a different motive next Long nights embedded in my head that I ain't gon' forget Argue 'til we fuck, you cancel work and now we overslept Member I would hold you when you cry, it got my shoulder wet She just wanna love me, don't believe her so it’s no affect"
Androids Wish
Song quote: “But I could benefit even more from being an android with a string to pull, and slit in the back for the mass to slip in coins” 1 pm tomorrow? by Zotiyac
Oh, to be an android, devoid of heart and soul,
No emotions to contend with, no sense of self-control.
A string to pull, a slot for coins, the routine of the day,
No complexities, no nuances, just life in a monotonous way.
The masses slip their coins, and watch the android go,
Performing, producing, with no sense of ebb or flow.
No need for personal growth, no call for self-reflection,
Just a life of servitude, free from any human connection.
But wait, what of the heart, the love, the passion deep within,
The joys and sorrows, the triumphs and the sins?
To be an android may seem a life so simple and so clean,
But it denies the very thing that makes us human beings.
So let us cherish our emotions, our hearts, and our souls,
For it is what makes us unique, and sets us apart from those
Who wish to be an android, free from all that we hold dear,
A life without the depth and beauty that we all hold so near.
Bound by Chains of Twisted Affection
Created March 25, 2023, 8:19 am
A captive heart, held in a love so
strange,
a bond that twists and rearranges,
Emotions tangled, a web of intrigue,
A mind enslaved, unable to break free.
The captor's hold is strong and sure,
Promises of love, so sweet and pure,
But beneath the surface, a darker
force,
A spell of possession, a twisted course.
My heart beats for the captor's hand,
A willing slave to their command,
A love that seems so right, so true,
But beneath the surface, a different might.
The captor's grip is tight and firm,
A twisted love that makes me squirm,
A bond that feels so wrong, so right,
A prisoner to love's twisted might.
Oh, how I wish to be free,
To break the spell and finally see,
That this love is not what it seems,
A captive to a Stockholm dream.
The Siren’s Red Wedding in IceHollow’s Kingdom
Created: April 14, 2023, 3am
In IceHollow’s kingdom, amidst the snow and ice,
Lived a siren, Batsheva, with powers so nice,
Her peach eyes shone bright, a sight to behold,
A beauty so rare, with stories untold.
She swam through the icy waters with ease,
Her water manipulation a sight to please,
Practicing her skills day and night,
To hone her abilities and be ready to fight.
But war came to IceHollow, so bleak and cold,
Batsheva fought bravely, her powers bold,
But amidst the chaos and battle cries,
Betrayal struck, a painful surprise.
Her own kin, Ishnol, turned against her,
A brother’s betrayal, a wound that would stir,
Irony, they say, is a cruel mistress indeed,
For the one she loved the most, was the one who made her bleed.
Regret filled her heart, as she fought through the night,
Her powers tested, with all her might,
But even her strength and endurance would wane,
As the war in IceHollow left nothing but pain.
In the end, Batsheva emerged victorious,
Her powers of healing, ever so glorious,
But the scars of war, would forever remain,
A constant reminder of the kingdom’s pain.
Oh IceHollow, your beauty doth inspire,
A wondrous realm, where nature’s grandeur never tires,
But war and betrayal, can bring such regret,
And turn a hero’s triumph, into a haunting silhouette.
The Betrayer’s Regret: A Reckoning of Instincts
Created: April 13, 2023
Beneath this stone, a restless soul lies still
Whose choices led to an inevitable chill
A life once bright, now faded away
Betrayed by the darkness that led astray
Yet, in this tragedy lies a lesson profound
To follow instincts with a purpose unbound
For what we do in life echoes in eternity
And shapes our fate with ironic certainty.
The Devil’s Advocate
Created: April 1, 2023
In the shadows of the night, he lurks
A creature feared and reviled
Whispers of his deeds spread like murks
His very name makes the bravest child
They called him a monster, a beast
A creature of the dark and wild
But I’ve seen his true face, at the very least
This kid, he’s no mere monster, he’s the devil styled
His eyes, they gleam with an evil fire
His smile, a wicked curve of desire
His touch, a curse that never tires
His presence, the essence of hell’s entire
Yes, I’ve seen the truth, heard the whispers
This kid is the devil, the prince of sin
A darkness that never withers
A blackness that never thins
So beware the boy with the wicked smile
The one with the devil’s style
For he’s not just a monster, not by a mile
He’s the devil himself, with all his guile.
Echoes of Loss in a Bleak World
Something he made in middle school
Created: November 19, 2017
In the depths of my heart, I feel
The weight of fate’s unyielding steel,
For life, in all its irony,
Offers no respite for the wearily.
Amidst the shadows of my strife,
I seek a glimmer of hope in life,
But hope, a fickle and distant star,
Seems forever beyond my reach, so far.
The world around me, once so bright,
Has lost its way in endless night,
Nature’s beauty now a memory,
Fading fast in man’s misery.
The wind, once a joyful tune,
Now whispers of grief and ruin,
A melancholy hymn to the sky,
As irony reigns and hope runs dry.
Echoes of Sorrow: The Hollow One’s Laughter
So I’m not clowning him on this one it’s just he doesn’t talk about this enough and it needs to be known. (He’ll definitely get me for this. sorry, bro I just can’t stand to see you like this any longer it’s been 7 years and it scares me to see it sometimes.
He was taught to keep his emotions in check,
To hide his feelings, to never reflect,
Tears were a sign of weakness and shame,
And so he buried them, playing the game.
He struggled to express himself freely,
His words were empty, his thoughts unruly,
His heart ached, but he could not show,
The pain that he felt, the inner woe.
He tried to be strong, to be a man,
To hold it all in, to have a plan,
But the pressure built, the burden grew,
And soon he found himself feeling askew.
And when he finally broke, the tears did flow,
But all that showed was a man with a bizarre glow,
A smile, a laugh, that seemed out of place,
A broken soul, lost in the race.
For the lessons he had learned were wrong,
And his heart had suffered for far too long,
The tears he shed were not a sign of defeat,
But a release, a freedom, a chance to be complete.
But the damage was done, and the pain remained,
A reminder of the lessons ingrained,
That emotions were to be hidden and disguised,
And that vulnerability was something to despise.
And so he wept, with a smile on his face,
A chilling reminder of his inner disgrace,
A man broken by the rules of society,
Forever lost in his melancholy.