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.
Loyalty
Selfless Support and Happiness
Prompt: Patient: I’ll support my friends no matter what as long as they are happy at the end of the day. My happiness isn’t important. Them being happy is what matters and will be the only thing that matters to me.”
Therapist: Don’t you think that’s an unhealthy lifestyle?
Patient: No…not at all.
In the depths of a patient’s heart I tread,
Seeking solace where emotions are fed.
Patient proclaims, with noble intent,
A devotion to friends, happiness unbent.
“I’ll support my dear friends,” they declare,
With fervent resolve, beyond compare.
Their own happiness they place aside,
Contentment found in others’ joy’s stride.
But gentle concern graces therapist’s voice,
A whisper of wisdom, a delicate choice.
“Don’t you think, my dear, it’s a path unwise?
To forfeit your own bliss, a compromise.”
Patient ponders, their response sincere,
With conviction strong, their answer near:
“No, not at all,” they calmly reply,
For them, selfless love will never belie.
In verses spun with therapeutic grace,
The conversation dances, finding its place.
Patient’s devotion, an honor to behold,
Their heart, a tapestry of stories untold.
A poet’s ink now weaves a tender verse,
A testament to empathy’s gentle curse.
For in their ardor, may they also find,
A path where their happiness intertwines.
So let us honor this patient’s decree,
Their heart’s pure desire, for all to see.
May friendships thrive, like blossoms so rare,
And patient’s happiness bloom in the air.
Battle ’til Hearts Cease
Prompt I wrote for the poem:
Overseer King Dracme: I don’t want your soul.
Soldiers: …Then what do you want from us?
Overseer King Dracme: For my gift…all I ask… is you all will do the one thing y’all are good at, the thing you’re only worth doing.
Soldiers: And what is that my liege?
Overseer King Dracme: (Menacing smile) Fight until you drop to your knees and your heart ceases to sing.
In a realm of shadows, dark and grim, Stood soldiers still, their chances slim, A chilling presence, King Dracme stood, His gaze piercing, his intentions crude. Soldiers dared to question their plight, "What do you seek? Our souls to ignite?" But the overseer, with a wicked grin, Revealed his desire, a sinister spin. "I don't want your souls," he coldly replied, "For my gift to you, I ask with pride, Do what you're good at, your purpose align, Fight 'til your knees drop, hearts no longer entwined." Silence hung heavy, like a spectral shroud, Yet soldiers' spirits, they remained unbowed, In verses of battle, their worth they'd embrace, As they stepped forward, destiny to face. Each word echoes, a battle cry, As swords unsheathed, reaching for the sky, The Overseer watch, his hearts delight, As warriors clashed in the darkest night. Their armor gleamed with a resolute gleam, Bound by duty, fueled by a dream, With every strike, they defied their plight. Determined to fight, even in their last plight. Through the haze of chaos, their spirits thrived, Their hearts ablaze, refusing to be deprived, They fought with valor, an unyielding flame, For King Dracme's twisted, unholy claim. As the battle raged on, the night grew deep, Soldiers fought on, their souls to keep, Their hearts sung a dirge, yet refused to succumb, For the Overseer's demand, they had become numb. In the end, when their strength had waned, When victory seemed an illusion, unattained, They knelt on the battlefield, with hearts resigned, Their songs silenced, their purpose intertwined. With a wicked smile, the Overseer beheld, The soldiers broken, their fate now felled, Their fight had ceased, their souls now bereft, In the wake of the darkness, nothing was left. Thus, a chilling tale of the soldiers' strife, Bound to fight, to their very life, For King Dracme, their tormentor, their liege, They fought 'til their hearts no longer besiege.
Telstra’s Resolve
“What are you doing? Why are you still holding…back?! Have you forgotten what they said to us? What they did? They think you’re a monster!! Prove them RIGHT!!!”
Telstra Spinx
In a moment of tempestuous plight,
Telstra’s powers flicker, a dormant might,
“What are you doing? Why hold back the flame?
Have you forgotten their words, their cruel game?
They label you a monster, an abhorrent sight,
But their ignorance blinds them from your true light.
Unleash the fury that dwells deep within,
Prove them right, let the storm begin!
For they know not the strength you possess,
The resilience within, the power to impress.
Rise, oh Telstra, embrace your might,
Unleash your essence, ignite the night!
No more shall their judgment chain you down,
No longer will you wear society’s frown.
With defiance as your guide, your spirit alight,
Prove them right, let your powers take flight!
Break the shackles, set your soul free,
Embrace the monster they claim you to be.
In your flames, their doubts shall ignite,
A testament to the power they failed to sight.
Oh Telstra, let their whispers fade,
Your destiny awaits, in darkness you wade.
Prove them right, let your strength unfurl,
For within your heart, an extraordinary world.”
Loyalty’s Dance: A Romance Painted Bleak
In a realm where loyalty takes its stand,
A romance weaves a tale, both bleak and grand,
A melancholic song, heart’s mournful tune,
Let me craft a poem for Tiffany, the moon.
Tiffany, a name that echoes through the night,
A beacon of devotion, shining bright,
In loyalty’s embrace, she finds her grace,
A steadfast soul, with love’s eternal trace.
In fleeting moments, passion’s fire ignites,
Romance blossoms amidst the starry heights,
A love so pure, a tender serenade,
Where hearts entwined, their fears begin to fade.
But in the depths of shadows’ mournful art,
A melancholic strain pulls at the heart,
For love, at times, can be a fragile wisp,
Yet loyalty persists, a steady grip.
Through stormy seas and tempest’s swirling gale,
Tiffany remains, her loyalty won’t fail,
A lighthouse in the mist, her love holds true,
Guiding weary hearts, a beacon through and through.
Oh, melancholic song, that tells her tale,
Of love’s resilience, even when hearts ail,
Tiffany’s loyalty, a melody profound,
Echoing through time, an enduring sound.
So let us raise our voices to the sky,
In homage to a love that won’t deny,
The power of devotion, pure and strong,
Tiffany’s loyal heart, forever our song.
Wanderers of Love: Embracing the Unknown
In a world of hearts, where love’s thread wove,
A tale unfolds of a family’s love, but seeking to rove.
Deciding to part ways, to journey apart,
Yet rooted in affection, deep in each heart.
Through the ebb and flow of life’s steady stream,
They seek their paths, like a fragmented dream.
Each member bound by hopes, ambitions, and needs,
Aching to explore, while tending to their own seeds.
The parents, once hand in hand, side by side,
Now choose separate roads, where their spirits reside.
Their laughter, once shared in a cozy home,
Now echoes faintly, as they yearn to roam.
With somber smiles and longing gazes exchanged,
They bid farewell, knowing love will remain unchanged.
In the depths of their souls, an unbreakable bond,
Even in distance, a connection beyond.
The children, caught amidst the shifting tides,
Struggle to fathom this rift that divides.
Yet in their hearts, a compass ever true,
For the love of their family, steadfast and true.
Through milestones celebrated and trials endured,
They find solace, for their love is assured.
Though paths may diverge and distances grow wide,
Their love transcends, forever unified.
And so, they journey on, embracing the unknown,
Seeking their destinies, seeds of love sown.
Though physically apart, their souls interlace,
Family, forever bound, in each other’s grace.
Via Sanguinis et Honoris/Path of Blood and Honour
Honour, a virtue of a profound esteem,
What lies within your grasp, do you deem?
You, who've never tasted fear's bitter breath,
Learn of honour, ere posing as a warrior, death.
Before you tread upon that crimson lane,
Where no false steps endure, none remain,
A path that stretches to the endless abyss,
Where melody dies and knees gently kiss.
Sorrow intertwines with agony's sting,
And praise takes the hue of blood, echoing.
This path leads but one way, no retreat,
With foes and comrades, its trials complete.
It snatches without mercy, devoid of remorse,
Into the hands of death, on this perilous course.
For the name bestowed upon you, a weight to bear,
And for your ancestors, their legacy to share.
Blades, Dancers, and Killers
A poem from the “Nevernight series” by Jay Kristoff
Oh, hear my song of the deadly three
Whose fates intertwined, so fatefully
Mia, Ash, and Tric, a bond so true
A love so deep, forever renew
Mia, a blade, honed sharp and true
With vengeance as her driving clue
Ash, a dancer, with grace imbued
A heart of gold, pure and true
Tric, a killer, with secrets to keep
A heart of steel, buried deep
Their paths cross, their fates entwined
A bond forged, forever refined
Together they face the trials ahead
A world of darkness, filled with dread
Their bond of love, forever unbroken
In the face of danger, a bond awoken
Oh, deadly three, a bond so rare
With love and trust, beyond compare
Through fire and ice, they face each test
Their bond of love, forever blessed
So let us sing, this ode of three
Whose bond of love, forever free
Mia, Ash, and Tric, a deadly crew
A bond of love, forever true.