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.
Solace
Shut Him / Her Out, Remember!
In a tale of heartbreak, a story unfolds,
Where love was los, and pain took its
goddamn toll.
They fucking left in search of greener
pastures afar,
But found no solace, no guiding star.
Their return, not born from a fucking
affectionate embrace, but from a void
Wherever they fucking wandered, none
cared to lend an ear, And so, they sought
solace, drawing fucking near.
Yet, let not your goddamn heart be swayed
by their return, for their motives lie in the
lessons they did goddamn learn.
When they come knocking, Seeking solace's
goddamn clout,
Shut them the fuck out, for your heart
deserves no goddamn doubt.
Remember, dear soul, the strength that
resides, The resilience that within you
presides.
For you, the one who cared when no one did,
Hold your goddamn ground, let their
absence fucking forbid.
Embrace the truth, let wisdom be your
fuckin guide,
In this tale of love's unraveling goddamn
tide.
For their return, a fleeting moment it shall
be,
Shut them the fuck out, set your own
goddamn spirit free.
사랑의 품에 그리움
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.
Siblings’ Fiery Exchange
Prompt: Conversation between siblings
Prompt Conversation:
Shaati: (Grabs her sister by the color) And you dare call yourself human?!
Vylona: No, of course, I don’t. Neither should you (staring at her sister’s bloodied hands)
Shaati: Tch.
In the realm of sibling ties, emotions flare, A fiery exchange, a tumultuous affair. Shaati, with anger, grabs her sister's collar, Questioning her humanity, causing the scene to holler. Vylona, gazing at her sister's hands stained red, Responds calmly, refusing to bow her head. "No, I don't claim such title, nor should you," she declares, A reflection in her eyes, pain and concern she wears. The grip tightens, tension hangs in the air, Words thrown like arrows, sharp and unfair. Shaati's discontent, a bitter sound, "Tch," A fleeting expression, a voice of dismissal to catch. Within the bounds of blood, conflict unfolds, In this tapestry of emotions, their story holds. In the depths of their bond, a tempest roars, A tale of kinship, tested by life's countless scores. But beneath the surface, a love remains strong, Though disagreements persist, it won't be long, For siblings to find solace, forgiveness to seek, In the realm of compassion, unity they'll speak. For the ties that bind, no storm can sever, Through clashes and chaos, their bond will endeavor. In the ebb and flow of life's relentless tide, Their siblinghood endures, standing side by side. So let the words fade, let the anger dissipate, In the space between them, understanding awaits. For in the tapestry of siblings' fierce contention, Love's gentle thread weaves the ultimate redemption.
Whispers of Resilience: A Battle Against Social Anxiety
Prompt: Social Anxiety Prompt convo: (Mara's Inner Dialogue in quotations) "This is my stop. I should get ready." "Just say it!" (Whispers) "Excuse me?" (A feeling of everyone watching her) "What's with that look?" "Please speak. SPEAK!" "Why are they getting close?" "Did I say something wrong?" "I can't.." "It's ruining my life."
In the depths of Mara's troubled mind,
A battle fierce, she tries to find,
Her heart constricts, her breath is caught,
Social anxiety, a fearsome thought.
"This is my stop. I should get ready,"
She whispers softly, feeling unsteady.
"Just say it!" her inner voice demands,
But courage falters in trembling hands.
"Excuse me?" escapes her lips so meek,
A voice so fragile, barely a squeak.
Yet in her mind, a symphony resounds,
The feeling of eyes, a weight that surrounds.
"What's with that look?" she wonders in
fear,
A gaze, a judgment, cutting and sheer.
"Please speak. SPEAK!" her spirit cries,
But anxiety's grip, it never denies.
"Why are they getting close?" she frets,
A crowd encroaching, her mind besets.
"Did I say something wrong?" she ponders,
Her thoughts spinning in anxious wonders.
"I can't," she thinks, defeated and worn,
As confidence withers, her spirit torn.
"It's ruining my life," she mourns within,
A silent struggle, a battle to win.
But let us not despair in Mara's plight,
For strength can be found in darkest night.
Through empathy's touch and
compassion's grace,
A poem now weaves, an embrace takes
place.
To Mara, we offer solace and light,
A reminder that battles can yield to flight.
In unity, we stand, hearts intertwined,
For social anxiety, we shall unbind.
With patience and love, let's lend an ear,
To those whose whispers are tinged with
fear.
Through understanding, let kindness reign,
In Mara's struggle, a hope we sustain.
For in her journey, she'll find her voice,
Breaking free from anxiety's choice.
And as she blossoms, brave and strong,
Her spirit soars, a triumph song.
So let us stand as one, hand in hand,
Supporting each other, a united band.
For in this poem, Mara's tale unfolds,
A testament of courage, yet untold.