Love

Victim Of Greed

23/10/08

"Is materialistic things all you're after," a somber refrain,
A tale of love marred by avarice's stain,
In the shadow of wealth, a heart left in pain,
A relationship shattered, never to be the same.

Once, love bloomed bright, a promise so sweet,
Two souls entwined, in harmony complete,
But greed crept, like a thief in the night,
And cast a dark shadow, blinding the light.

Desires for riches, possessions untold,
Drowned out the whispers of love, once so bold,
Each dollar, each coin, like a poison, it stole,
leaving love's tender bonds tattered and cold.

"Is materialistic things all you desire,"
I questioned, tears falling like rain,
In this web of greed, we're caught in the mire,
Our love, once ablaze, now extinguished in pain.
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Victim of Overthinking

Created: 23/10/07

"Is this the conclusion I want,"
I ask in the depths of my mind,
A labyrinth of thoughts, a haunting haunt,
In this love, what solace can I find?

Each word and gesture dissected, inspected,
Overthinking's torment, relentless and cruel,
In this mental maze, I'm now trapped, dejected,
Love's beauty tarnished, its essence a fool.

Doubt's shadow engulfs, like a vulture it hovers,
Obsessive thoughts tearing my heart apart,
This love I once cherished, now it smothers,
As overthinking consumes, leaving only darkness.

No happy ending, no respite in sight,
Overthinking's grip, relentless blight,
In this relationship, I'm lost in the night, 
A victim of my mind's relentless fight.
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The Fiery Gaze That Keeps Calling V1.

Created: 23/10/02
Every time I light this fire, our love ignites,
In the dancing flames, it finds new life, 
The warmth of your presence, forever in sight,
In the crackling hearth, there's no room for strife.

The memories we've made, they shimmer and glow,
Like stars in the night, they brightly adorn,
In the heart of this fire, our feelings still flow,
With every flicker and spark, our love is reborn.

The smoke in the air, a sweet, fragrant embrace,
Recalls all the moments we cherished so dear,
This fire's a symbol of our passionate grace,
A love that endures, without doubt or fear.

So as long as this fire continues to burn,
Our love will persist, forever to yearn,
In the warmth of the flames, our hearts will discern,
That the love we share will forever return.
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Die Liebe ist ewig/ Love’s Eternal

In Liebe, ein Gefühl so tief und wahr,
Verbindet Herzen, fern und nah,
Die Liebe ist ewig, wie ein Stern am, Himmelzalt,
In ihrem Glanz die Welt erhellt.

Sie kennt keine Grenzen, Keine Zeit,
Ist stark wie ein Berg, von Ewigkeit geweiht,
Die Liebe ist ein Band, das uns verwebt,
In ihr finden wir, was uns im leben fehlt.

In dunklen Stunden, in stürmischer Nacht,
Die Liebe ist unser Leuchtturm, unsere Pracht,
Sie führt uns sicher durch das Leben,
Ewig wird sie uns ihr Licht geben.

So lasst uns ehren, was verbindet hier,
Die Liebe, stark und wunderbar,
Sie wird uns tragen, durch alle Zeit,
Die Liebe ist ewig, in Dunkelheit und Licht. 

English Version

In love, a feeling so deep and true,
Connects hearts, far and near,
Love is eternal, like a star in the sky,
Illuminates the world in its splendor.

She knows no limits, no time,
Is strong as a mountain, consecrated from eternity,
Love is a bond that binds us together,
In it we find what we are missing in life.

In dark hours, in stormy nights,
Love is our lighthouse, our splendor,
She guides us safely through life,
She will give us her light forever.

So let us honor what connects us here,
Love, strong and wonderful,
She will carry us through all time,
Love is eternal, in darkness and light.

 
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Longing in Love’s Embrace

In a world where love  ignites its flame,
There dwells a girl, consumed by her man's
name.
Her heart, a vessel overflowing with desire,
Yearning for his touch, setting her soul on
fire.

Days apart, a burden she must dear,
Longing to see his face, feel his tender care
Her spirit dances, but it's a restless waltz,
Awaiting the moment when their love exalts.

She turns to  music, the rhythm of her
solace,
Melodies echoing her feelings, an emotional
palace.
With each note, she finds strength to
endure,
A symphony of passion, a love
that's pure.
The smoke curls gently her refuge and 
disguise,
A veil to shroud the longing deep in her 
eyes.
She exhales her worries, lets the worries 
fade,
A temporary respite in a smoky 
serenade.

Her friends, a lifeline, a chorus of support,
Whispering wisdom, helping her heart to 
transport.
Their words like balm, healing the ache 
within,
Guiding her steps, reminding her to begin.

But oh, her bones ache when he's not near,
The emptiness within, a constant reminder, 
my dear.
She yearns for his embrace, his touch so 
tender,
The warmth of his arms, a love she'll forever 
surrender.

Her devotion, a tempest, fierce and true,
An ocean of love that no words can subdue.
Through tears and smiles, she holds on 
tight, 
For love this grand is worth the endless 
fight.

So she remains steadfast, a beacon of 
devotion, 
Weathering the storm with unwavering emotion.
For her love knows no bounds, it knows no 
end,
She'll endure the absence, for he is her eternal 
blend.

In her heart, she carries his love's immense 
weight, 
A flame that burns bright, a love that cannot 
abate.
Though distance may try, their bond remains 
strong,
Their love, a symphony, an eternal love 
song.
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Art vs Expectations

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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Monstrous Beast, Still Loved

23/6/26

In the Fairy Forest, a tale unfurled, Where a 
tower stood, worn, yet tall.
A knight adorned in silver, fearsome knight, 
And a woman, clad in white, stood by his 
side,
With opal necklace gleaming bright, and 
hair of white.

"What if my real face was hideous?" he 
asked, With a voice tinged with doubt, his 
heart entwined.
"Fear not," she replied, with gentle grace,
"For your visage matters not in love's 
embrace."

"Would it still be fine, if a monstrous beast I 
be?" His words echoed, carried by the 
whispering breeze.
A pause ensued, but her answer was clear,
"Yeah," she said, her voice tender and 
sincere.

"So, I'd still want to see it, in all its form,
For the essence of your being holds love's 
charm.
A face matters not, when souls intertwine,
As long as it's you, my love, your heart 
divine."

In the Fairy Forest, a love bloomed strong.
Amidst silver armor and a hood, dark and dread, 
With a woman dressed in white, an 
opal's glow, And a knight, finding solace in 
love's embrace,
Together, they found beauty in the depths of 
grace.
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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.

 

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Regretful Denial of Love

Kell: Look I… I can’t care for you the way I care for her. You know…?

Bianca: I know.

Kell: “You know–” Then why do you hang out with me like this anyway? Why do you spend so much time with me…?

Bianca: Well. Because I care for you. Isn’t that reason enough?

(Video gets cut off)

Marcell: Do you regret your choice now? Denying her feelings like they meant nothing.

Kell: You think holding me here will bring her back from the grave?

Marcell: All you had to do was care for her even if it wasn’t real.

 

In the depths of our tangled hearts’ maze,
Where love and longing intertwined,
A fragile dance of souls ablaze,
Two paths diverged, destinies assigned.

Kell, tormented by a love untamed,
His heart divided, pulled apart,
Could not reciprocate as Bianca claimed,
For another held his beating heart.

“I can’t care for you,” he softly spoke,
His voice laden with sorrow’s weight,
A confession that left their spirits broke,
Their bond tested, strained by fate.

Bianca, aware of his conflicted plight,
Accepted his truth with grace profound,
In her heart, a flickering light,
For Kell, her friendship did resound.

“Why do you stay?” he pleaded, distressed,
Seeking solace in her tender reply,
“I care for you,” she gently professed,
A reason pure, no question of why.

But regret loomed heavy in Marcell’s eyes,
As he observed the choices made,
He saw the pain, the love denied,
The consequences that wouldn’t fade.

“Do you regret?” Marcell asked, accusation in his tone,
Denying her feelings, like petals withered away,
He hoped to awaken what was overthrown,
To find redemption in love’s array.

But Kell’s response was resolute, yet bleak,
“Holding me here won’t revive what’s lost,
Even if I pretended, my heart wouldn’t speak,
Love can’t be forced at any cost.”

So Marcell, with pen in hand, crafted a verse,
An elegy for love’s shattered refrain,
A poem to capture the pain and curse,
Of hearts entangled, love’s bittersweet domain.

In the realm of words, he wove their tale,
Of Kell and Bianca, a bond misunderstood,
A tragedy of hearts destined to fail,
And the lessons learned in love’s tangled wood.

 

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Veils of Deception

In the realm of passion’s dance, where hearts collide,
Lies a tale of seductive intimacy, deep and wide.
Where bodies entwine, like vines in moonlit grove,
And whispers of desire ignite the flames of love.

In the hushed moments when shadows caress the skin,
The world around us fades, our souls begin to spin.
Exploring secret realms beneath silken sheets,
We surrender to the hunger that our passion greets.

Like a delicate breeze, your touch awakens my core,
Sending shivers down my spine, craving for more.
Fingers trace pathways of longing and delight,
As we lose ourselves in the enchanting night.

Eyes locked, speaking volumes without a sound,
We navigate uncharted territories, unbound.
Lips brush like petals in a garden of seduction,
Tasting the forbidden fruits of our sweet eruption.

Beneath the moon’s seductive gaze, we intertwine,
Our bodies forming a masterpiece, divine.
With every gentle sigh and sighing breath,
We write poetry of intimacy, defying death.

In this sacred union, vulnerability takes flight,
Revealing secrets hidden, a clandestine light.
The dance of our desires, a symphony untamed,
Creating an intimacy that cannot be named.

Oh, the magic that blooms in this realm of dreams,
Where seduction reigns, tearing at the seams.
In each tender touch, we find our souls entwined,
In this seductive intimacy, forever enshrined.

So let us succumb to the depths of this connection,
Embracing the flames that fuel our affection.
For in the poetry of our bodies, intertwined,
We discover the essence of love, pure and kind.

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