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Whispers of Reflection: A Journey to Inner Peace

In the realm of “What ifs,” dreams take flight,
Whispered secrets, hidden from sight.
Seeking justice, a righteous call,
Self-reflection, the mirror’s enthrall.

Realizations dawn like a gentle kiss,
Leading the way to inner peace’s bliss.
A tapestry woven with threads unseen,
A poem unfolds, where these categories convene.

What if we dared to break the mold,
Embracing secrets, stories untold?
Injustice challenged with unwavering might,
A quest for truth, shining bright.

Through self-reflection, we find the key,
Unlocking doors to the soul’s decree.
Realizing the power that lies within,
A journey to harmony, to peace, to begin.

What if we pondered the choices we’ve made,
In the quiet corners where contemplation is laid?
In moments of stillness, the soul takes flight,
Unveiling truths hidden from sight.

Realizations, like gentle ripples on a lake,
Awaken the spirit, cause it to awake.
The journey of self unfolds, layer by layer,
Leading to insights, revelations rare.

And through it all, the pursuit of inner peace,
A balm for the soul, where turmoils cease.
The stillness within, a sanctuary found,
A tranquil refuge, profound and profound.

In this woven tapestry, let justice be served,
With whispers of secrets, courage preserved.
With self-reflection as our guiding star,
Realizations lead us to who we truly are.

So let us embrace the power of what ifs,
In the realm of secrecy, justice amidst.
Through self-reflection, realizations take flight,
Guiding us to inner peace’s radiant light.

 

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True Spirit 2

The aftermath of the original poem True Spirit

Silent echoes remain
In this desolate space
Where joy has become a stain
In the absence of its grace.

The walls are now stained
With the blood of those who tried
To breach the tower’s domain
And to reach the other side.

The guards remain steadfast
In their duty to keep watch
Their emotions held in contrast
To the pain and grief they’ve wrought.

But beyond the tower’s walls
Lies a world without color
Where darkness steadily crawls
And hope is but a dull murmur.

The aftermath of this battle
Is a reminder of what’s at stake
That our emotions can rattle
The foundations of what we make.

So we must tread with care
As we navigate this path
And beware the weight we bear
In the aftermath of our wrath.

 

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The Fatal Rule of Love

In life, there are rules we’re told to obey,
To keep us safe and out of harm’s way,
And among them is a harsh decree,
To show no love, or risk death’s key.

For love is a thing that softens the heart,
And makes us vulnerable, torn apart,
It opens us up to pain and despair,
And leaves us defenseless, stripped and bare.

So we’re told to be cold, to keep love at bay,
To guard ourselves in every single way,
To never let our guard down or give in,
For love is a weakness, a fatal sin.

But what of the beauty that love can bring,
The warmth it provides, the joy it can sing,
The way it connects us to others around,
And lifts us up when we’re feeling down?

Is it worth the risk to shut out love’s light,
To live in the darkness of eternal night,
To miss out on the moments that make life worth living,
And the happiness that love can bring, freely giving?

Perhaps we should reconsider this rule,
And instead embrace love as a powerful tool,
To connect us to others in a meaningful way,
And enrich our lives with each passing day.

For in the end, it’s love that gives life its meaning,
The joy and the laughter, the moments redeeming,
So let us show love, let our hearts be unfurled,
For love is the greatest gift in this world.

 

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(Poem) Shadows of Disdain: A Tense Exchange between Teammates

In this world, divided by worth and use,
Two members of a team engage in dispute,
Ishnol, cold and emotionless in his views,
Believes Unela is worthless, without refute.

Unela, hurt and angry, stands her ground,
Years of working together now in question,
She thought they shared a mutual understanding,
But to Ishnol, she’s just a tool for selection.

The argument escalates, emotions flare,
Unela defends her skills and experience,
While Ishnol judges her without care,
She’s a liability, in his eyes, without coherence.

Unela refuses to give up on her dreams,
To quit the team and everything she’s worked for,
She sees her worth beyond her skill extremes,
And reminds Ishnol they’re not just tools, but more.

Ishnol, unmoved, warns of the danger ahead,
But Unela fights on, refusing to be swayed,
She challenges Ishnol’s views with a pointed thread,
And reminds him of the debt he’s yet to repay.

In the end, their argument unresolved,
The two teammates remain at odds,
One cold and unfeeling, the other resolved,
To prove her worth and fight for the cause.

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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.
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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.

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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"
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Surface Tension

Introverted, deep inside,
My struggles I cannot hide.
It ain’t personal, please don’t take,
I’m just reserved, my space I make.

I hope for the best, but don’t believe,
My trust issues, hard to relieve.
I don’t mess with people, no regret,
Long nights embedded, I won’t forget.

I fear a lonely death, it’s true,
No one left, just blackness, no clue.
Can’t smoke my life, just roll away,
Compassion lost, in disarray.

It ain’t you, don’t take the blame,
My issues mine, I’m not the same.
Pointed fingers, it’s not fair,
Counted on you, but you’re not there.

Surrounding aura, a daunting view,
Obstacles, seem insurmountable, true.
Trying to move forward, leave the past,
Covering scars with money, it won’t last.

Introverted, I am on the surface,
Trying to cope, with my purpose.
Deep down, I know I must strive,
To keep moving forward, and stay alive.

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Chasing My Own Light

 

Everyone was worried about me
As I slipped away from sight
But sometimes you need to set yourself free
And chase your own light

Makayla spoke with concern
And accused me of being selfish
But my happiness had to be earned
And I wouldn’t let it perish

I knew I hurt her and others too
With my five failed attempts
But my mind was in a different hue
And life was taking too many lumps

Makayla’s voice cracked with emotion
As she recounted my frozen state
I had hurt her with my self-destructive notion
And I realized it was too late

But the mind can be a tricky thing
And it’s easy to get lost in the dark
It’s hard to make your spirit sing
When your heart is feeling stark

I tried to apologize
For not telling her the truth
But I could see the hurt in her eyes
As she called me out for my uncouth

I know I was a disappointment
And my actions caused them pain
But I needed to find my enjoyment
And I wouldn’t let it wane

So, Makayla, I’m sorry for it all
And I hope you can forgive
I’ll try to rise after my fall
And start anew and live.

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The Halved Mind

Frustration is tossed emphatically at my bearing.
Accusations accumulate in huge amounts like a vermin 
invasion.
"It's your deficiency" and words like "you generally
commit errors" bring outrage.
Outrage which I need to take out on myself and take out
on others. 
I can exceed expectations in my work of decision, I
know I'm more than normal.
The awful gets brought up more and little acclaim is
given to the great. 
Dazed by unmoving words. I'm similar to a detainee
condemned to prison, discharged, and expected to do 
more regrettably.

Decimation rises out of my maddened feelings, I wish
your words could offer an answer.
I need to be a chemist and transform things into gold.
It's amusing how I am a maker of words yet can make
better words in my faultfinders. 
Discussions lead to contentions since I need to be 
heard.

I'm tired of rotating entryways, tired of being pummeled 
by your abominable remarks.
"You have no sound judgment" you state to me, possibly 
I simply wanting to be in fantasy, my wind floating away 
because life is excessively dull. 
Understand that what you state has an impact and that 
Impact can drive someone or stop them from moving.
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