Amidst the march to battle, a soldier's grim tale, "Don't you hear the cackle of thunder, so vile? Being struck on his godforsaken earth we tread, The flash of lightning, night's darkest dread." With voices hushed, they heed his somber word, As the Vexecious God of Thunder roared, "Don't you see the heavens alight with wrath? The tears of rain fall hard on our path." Each step they take, a tremor in their soul, In the shadow of war, where darkness takes its toll, The Soldier's tale, a haunting, fateful verse, As they march to confront a merciless curse.
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Imaginations Double Sided Crisis #2
Version 4
In the realm where dreams and visions soar, Imagination, like a sword, weaves the lore, It cuts the tether to what we know so well, And lets new fantasies in our hearts dwell. Embracing the mirage, a world anew, Where love imagined becomes life's true hue, Reality, once cherished, now takes a back seat, As dreams and desires in our hearts compete. No longer torn between what was and might be, We sail on the waves of our fantasies free, Imagination's power, a beacon so bright, Guides us to a world where love finds its light. In this fusion of dreams and reality's dance, We let go of the past, give our hearts a chance, To live the love we've imagined, so wild, In the embrace of dreams, we find our new reality's child.
Imaginations Double Sided Crisis #1
Verison 1 (Don’t know how many I’ll make)
In realm of dreams, our minds take flight, Imagination's sword, a double-edged light, It crafts mirages of our deepest desires, Where reality and fantasy stoke passion's fires. In this enchanted world where boundaries fade, Our love's a tapestry that dreams have laid, Yet, in the balance of heart and mind's sweet song, We find the love we've cherished all along. But do we dare to dream beyond the seen, To bridge the gap where love has been, In this dance of what's real and what's conceived, Our hearts and minds, in love, are interwoven. So let us journey through this tender sphere, Where love's enchantment knows no fear, In the realm where dreams and truth entwine, Our love, in imagination, eternally shines.
The Place Where I Wander
You know I'm just there, pondering...wondering, It's like I imagined a world where I could roam, Seeing all the damage I dealt and received, A room of statues where the final hit is carved. As I walk by them they scream the last words said, Each scream is like a cut that lacerates my skin, Their heads move to follow me even as I leave the room, I can sense the pulse of the statue's heart thumping fiercely within. In this haunting gallery, my sins on display, Frozen in time, they beg for release, for grace, Their eyes beseech, their silent please on replay, Trapped in this nightmare, they can't escape this place. There's a place to recover, I know of the building, It's currently under construction, but statues do reside there, When I visit the place the statues are in pieces, the foundation intact, I pick up the shattered pieces as my hands bleed, rebuilding my comfort Slowly, the broken statues begin to regain form, Their agonized expressions soften, the pain starts to transform, As I breathe life into them with every piece I restore, I feel their gratitude, their suffering I can't ignore. I sit there once the job is done, in shock, They share a common grace, the statue of sins, Once etched in stone, begins to fade and blend, With the figures seeking forgiveness, side by side, they mend.
The Centered Compass
23/09/08
In the chaos of thoughts that race, A centered compass, I embrace. Navigating life with a steady hand, In the balance of one's mind, I stand. Like a ship on the tumultuous sea, My compass guides me, setting me free. In storms and calm, I chart my course, Balancing thoughts with unwavering force. In the labyrinth of choices I face, A centered compass keeps my pace. Finding direction in life's grand scheme, In the balance of one's mind, I dream. Through trials and tests, I find my way, Balancing thoughts, come what may. With a centered compass, I'll always find, The path to peace and a balanced mind.
Victim of Neglect
23/09/06
Why does it seem like the spark is gone,
A love once fiery, now feels withdrawn,
You think you can just fucking forget,
Leaving our passion to slowly reset.
(Does it mean I'm not enough? Have I lost your gaze? Do I even matter to you anymore? Have I been replaced?)
Why does it seem like the flame has died,
In the ashes of neglect, we try to hide,
You think you can just sweep it away,
But the void between us is here to stay.
(I can't be replaced right? Maybe they're just in a mood...should I go comfort them?)
Why does it seem like our bond's grown cold,
In the silence of indifference, stories untold
You think you just move on so free,
But the scars of neglect remain in me.
(Should I speak up? Is there any chance of new weather? Or is it time to accept our love in retrospect?)
Why does it seem like we're drifting apart,
In the wake of neglect, a fractured heart,
You think you can just leave it behind,
Yet the echoes of neglect linger in my mind.
(What went wrong?)
Euphoric Aromas – “Scented Seduction”
23/08/31
In whispered breaths and tender sighs, Desire awakens, passion implies, A scent that lingers in heated air, Euphoria's essence, beyond compare. A fragrant trail, a symphony of notes, Intoxicating dance, a senses devote, Subtle aroma of secrets untold, Desires mingling, a story unfolds. In the aroma's embrace, love takes flight, A fragrance that kindles the darkest night, Euphoric symphony, love's sweet delight, Scented seduction, where emotions ignite. In this scented embrace, we find our reprieve, A love's fragrant journey, a passion to believe, Euphoric aroma's, our senses decieve, In each stolen moment, our desires, interweave.
Victim of Love
23/09/05 at 10:40
Love? Is that what this is, a burning masquerade, In the tangled web of hearts, where emotions fade, What the fuck is love anymore, in this hazy charade, A dance of desire and pain, in love's cruse cascade. Love? is that what this is, a tempest in the night, A fleeting spark of passion, then fading from sight, What the fuck is love anymore, an enigma so tight, A puzzle we're piecing together, in the dimming twilight. Love? Is that what this is, an intricate design, Where joy intertwines with sorrow, in a dance so fine, What the fuck is love anymore, in this complex twine, A journey of highs and lows, in the grand design. Love? Is that what this is, a mystery untold, A treasure hidden in moments, both young and old, What the fuck is love anymore, a story yet unfold, A victim and a victor, in love's story bold.
Victim of Revenge
23/09/02
Were feelings ever involved, or was it all a game, A scheme of calculated vengeance, where hearts bore the blame, You used me as a weapon, to wound your past love's pride, In this twisted dance of revenge, true emotions tried to hide. Were feelings ever involved, or was it all a lie, A charade of affection, masking intentions awry, I was but a pawn in your plot, a pawn in your cruel quest, To replace one heart with another, in this love's cruel jest. Were feelings ever involved, or was it all for show, A masquerade of passion, where genuine emotions don't flow, I played my role, oblivious, thinking love was our guide, But in the shadow of revenge, my heart was cast aside. Were feelings ever involved, or was it all a facade, A hollow imitation of love, a relationship flawed, I was the victim of revenge, a pawn in your grand scheme, In the end, we both paid the price, in love's bitter, shattered dream.
Luminous Traces – “Ephemeral Glow”
23/08/31 at 13:27
In the twilight's tender embrace we entwine, Skin to skin, our secrets combine, Luminous traces on canvas so pure, Whispers of passion that will endure. Fingers like brushes paint trails of light, Contours of longing, our souls take flight, Invisible verses, a tale that we write, Bodies aflame in the heart of the night. Ephemeral glow upon satin sheets, A symphony whispered, a lover's heartbeat, Lingering radiance, our spirits greet, A canvas of love where our essence will meet. As dawn breaks the spell, the traces may fade, But memories linger, in dreams they cascade, Luminous echoes, our passion portrayed, In each lover touch, a connection remade.