regret

Unheard Fury

What the poem is about:

“Me: I understand your anger bu-

Makayla: You don’t understand my anger!! If you did, you wouldn’t have gotten rid of me so easily.”

Her anger boiled like a stormy sea,
As she raged, “You don’t understand me!”
Her words sharp, slicing like a knife,
Bleeding out the pain of a severed life.

“I trusted you, I gave you my all,
And yet you let me go, like a forgotten doll.
You discarded me, as if I meant nothing,
Leaving me alone, hurt and suffering.”

Her fury burned with a fiery passion,
As she railed against this callous action.
“You don’t know me, you never did,
Or else you would have fought to keep me, kid.”

Her anger was raw and real,
A wounded heart that refused to heal.
So listen closely, and heed her plea,
And maybe then, you’ll truly see.

 

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Cloudy Corruption

Created March 21, 2023, 20:00 pm

 

A path once clear and true
Now veiled in misty hue,
A mind once sharp and bright,
Now clouded by a blight.

The whispers in the ear,
Lead down the crooked sphere,
The thoughts once pure and clean,
Now tainted by a sheen.

The choices once so clear,
Now shadowed by a fear
The steps once bold and sure,
Now stumble insecure.

The vision once so grand,
Now lost in shifting sand,
The life once full of grace,
Now stumbling in a daze.
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The Shadow of Oblivion

Created: April 14, 2023

Poem request by Seraphine…. (I hated making this but I got paid so whatever)

 

In the depths of my heartbreak,
I wandered through a world so bleak,
My soul was shattered, my spirit torn,
And I wondered how I’d ever be reborn.

Betrayal came from someone close,
Who left me feeling like a ghost,
Haunted by memories of what we had,
And the pain that I couldn’t shake, oh so sad.

Regret filled my every thought,
As I wondered what I could have sought,
To prevent this heartache that I feel,
And to make our love story a different deal.

The cycles of life are hard to bear,
When it seems like there’s no one there,
To hold you close and ease the pain,
And remind you that the sun will rise again.

But in the midst of all this strife,
There’s a glimmer of hope in my life,
Compassion from a stranger’s heart,
Whose kindness is a work of art.

So I hold on to that ray of light,
And I try to see the world in a new light,
For though my heart may still ache,
There’s a chance that it can be remade.

And so I sing this ballad of woe,
Of a heart that’s been broken and low,
But also of the love and compassion that’s there,
To heal and bring back a heart that once was fair.

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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.

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Chronicles of the Lamenting Dreamer

Created: April 9, 2023

 

I stare into the night, lost in my thoughts,
Wondering about all the what ifs and could’ves.
My mind runs through endless cycles,
Of the dreams I had and the chances I missed.

I regret so many things, it’s overwhelming,
Each mistake like a knife in my heart.
I try to push forward, but I’m constantly held back,
Trapped in this endless cycle of regret.

What if I had taken that leap of faith,
Or chased after the dreams that filled my head?
What if I had made different choices,
Would I be happier now instead?

I can’t change the past, I know that’s true,
But the what ifs and regret haunt me still.
I try to move on, to start anew,
But the cycle continues, a never-ending uphill.

So here I am, lost in my thoughts once more,
Wondering if I’ll ever break free.
From the chains of regret and what ifs,
And finally live the life meant for me.

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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.

 

 

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