Date: July 1, 2024
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Words penetrate deeper than any other substance
In a realm where silence seldom reigns, A warrior holds a weapon strange. Whispers born of air and might, Words that cut through darkest night. Words penetrate deeper than any blade, Their weight is felt long after they fade. With echoes strong, they pierce the heart, From joyful cheer to sorrows start. A thousandfold the echoes soar, Compliments feel like a lion’s roar. Yet words of doubt, a darker sound, Can turn the bravest heart around. No sword can match this weapon’s might, For words can turn the day to night. They pierce the soul, they shape the mind, Their scars invisible, yet unkind. In battles fought with steel and stone, The wounds are real, the pain is known. But in the war of whispered words, The silent pain is rarely heard. For words, though light and made of air, Can leave you gasping, in despair. They linger long, they haunt the soul, They break the heart, they take their toll. This power profound, both curse and gift, Can cause you pain or give you lift. So wield with care, this silent sound, For words can build or break you down.
Date: June 30, 2024
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What we practice feeling while we dream we later feel in real life
In realms where moonlight softly gleams, A child of dreams in armor gleams, Beneath a sky of midnight hue, Where fears are faced and strength renews. With spiders crawling all around, He lays in peace, no fright is found, For in his dreams, he's bold and true, A warrior's heart, forever new. Impervious armor, shining bright, Protects him through the endless night, Yet it’s not steel that makes him strong, But courage found where fears belong. In dreams he practices, he learns, Each night a lesson, fate he turns, To face the world without a fright, And hold his ground with all his might. For what we feel in dreams so deep, Awakens strength from silent sleep, And when the monsters come to play, In waking hours, fear melts away. Fearless in the dreamscape's hold, A story of the brave unfolds, For dreams prepare the heart and mind, To face the world, no fear to find.
Date: June 29, 2024
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What can be braver than listening to your own inner voice over all the rest?
In a village cloaked in shadowed dread, Where evil voices filled each head, A child stood out from all the rest, With music echoing in his chest. While others battled silent cries, Suppressing whispers filled with lies, He heard a tune, a secret sound, A melody profound, unbound. He crafted from his heart and hand, A magical instrument, so grand, Strings of light and chords of gold, Played songs of truth, both brave and bold. When strummed, the notes would gently rise, Transforming into ords so wise, Guiding him on paths unknown, With courage from a voice his own. No roar from others could compete, With inner whispers pure and sweet, For what is braver, fierce, or bright, Than heeding what we know is right? Each note, a step, each chord, a stride, Toward the light where truths reside, In every strum, in every song, He found the strength to carry on. So in the echoes of his song, We learn where inner voices throng, The bravest feat, by day or night, Is listening to our own heart’s light.
Date: June 28, 2024
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The Merge
In a world where legends often lie, A tale emerges 'neath the sky. Once in each generation's flow, A soul with power starts to grow. With choices vast and time to bide, They ponder what with them will collide. This one, with ocean in his gaze, Chose the sea's eternal maze. He waited long, through nights and days, To fuse with waves in mystic ways. His body merged with tides so blue, A god from waters born anew. Hair of kelp and eyes of brine, His form, a masterpiece divine. In currents deep and swirling foam, He found his heart, his soul, his home. With every crest and ocean's roar, He walks the sea forevermore. A guardian of the deep and vast, In him, the future meets the past. So, when you see the waves that surge, Remember him, the man of The Merge.
Date: June 28, 2024
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Those who do not seek to escape their present life seldom stumble upon a better one
In shadows deep, where dreams embark, A creature found the glowing spark. With eyes aglow and heart so stark, It ventured forth, the night so dark. In lands where magic spreads its gleam, And power rests in weapons' beam, This little soul, with courage, seemed To seek a life beyond its dream. For those content in present's clasp, Will never feel the future's grasp. In comfort’s chains, they gently bask, Yet never dare the daunting task. The creature knew, to rise and thrive, One must escape to truly strive. From current bounds, it must derive, The will to soar, the strength to drive. With every step, a challenge faced, It moved ahead with gentle grace. The dagger’s glow, a light embraced, A symbol of the dreams it chased. In fields where many sought their fame, And magic bore a worthy name, This brave soul played a daring game, To leave behind a life too tame. For those who dare to seek anew, Find paths unseen, and skies so blue. With hearts so bold, and visions true, They find the spark, and journey through. So heed the tale of this small knight, Whose quest for more ignites the light. For those who seek to change their plight, Shall find their spark, and soar in flight.
Date: June 27, 2024
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We all have dreams but only a few of us think reality gives a shit
In depths where sunlit tales are spun, Beneath the crust of poisoned air, The dreams of many weigh on none, Yet few will dare to meet despair. Above, the emissaries tread, Through silent streets and twisted steel, Where roses mourn the world that's dead, And skies no longer spin the wheel. We all have dreams, but few concede That stark reality might care, Yet from this truth, a rare breed leads, Those who in dreams refuse to spare. These souls, with cords of courage bound, Believe the world has room to mend, Their dreams in metal hands are found, Emissaries, to the end. They walk the toxic earth alone, Each step a story, bold, retold, Until returning to their own, In underground realms, dreams unfold. For only those who stake their claim, Ignoring scorn, embracing flame, Can sculpt from ruin something real, Such is the dreamer's hardened deal. Through cables, gears, and ticking hearts, These dreams persist where darkness starts. Emissaries of hope, they stand, Holding tomorrow in their hand.
Date: June 26, 2024
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We all live the lives we’ve earned
In the depths where shadows weave, Lies the Kingdom of Memories, A cavern deep, where echoes cry, Of every soul that passed by. Each skull a story, silently told, Of dreams once bright, now dark and cold. A spectral guardian holds the key, To lives once lived, and destinies. With every hunt, its collection grows, A silent witness to unseen woes. The choices made, the paths we tread, Gather here, among the dead. This cave, a throne of bone and dread, Reflects the lives that we have led. In this realm of ghostly whispers, Lies the weight of all life's twisters. Each fragment of bone, a tale of strife, A reminder of the fleeting life. The creature stirs, with every breath, A mosaic of life, and of death. So tread softly where spirits dwell, In the Kingdom of Memories, where stories swell. For in this crypt of silent screams, We face the truth of what life deems.
Date: June 25, 2024
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We all experience a world war within our lifetime. It rages within the world we carry inside
In the realm where shadows dwell and silence warns, A legacy not of light, but of eerie dark forms. The Dark Warden walks a path so stern, In his heart, the world’s wars internally churn. Each step he takes, the ancient cycle he bears, Absorbing the evils that humanity ensnares. Within his gaze, a thousand conflicts hide, Mirroring the battles we each carry inside. His slumber deep, centuries he'll rest, While the world’s darkest forces silently infest. Yet within us all, the same wars rage, Our inner realms the truest battlefield stage. Upon his awakening, darkness anew, He releases the evils the world once knew. Yet recognize within this spectral bane, The reflection of our own internal pain. So continues the legacy of the Dark Warden’s fate, A mirror to our struggles, both small and great. For within each soul, a world war resides, In the silent tempests that each heart hides.
Date: June 24, 2024
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Treat a person like an enemy and that is what they shall become
In the fire of fury, his sword ablaze, He carves through the night, his soul’s dark maze. Each life he claims, a spirit freed, Haunting his steps, a cursed deed. With every stroke, a beast takes form, From friend to foe, a heart is torn. For he who sees through a hostile lens, Finds only foes, no space for friends. Beneath the armor, beneath the steel, Lies a weary heart that longs to feel. But fear’s cold grip, and trust’s demise, Turn allies to shadows before his eyes. Chains forged by battles, endlessly fought, Bonds of war, with sorrow wrought. A hunter hunted by his own fierce game,In every reflection, an enemy’s name. Thus, he wanders, forever bound, To a sword that calls, where spirits hound. A cycle grim, a fateful loop, Where souls of the fallen forever regroup. In the dance of flames, in the cry of the wild, The truth whispers softly to the wayward child: Beware the path where distrust is sown, For seeds of enmity, once cast, are grown.
Date: June 23, 2024
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There is no greater drive than the drive to escape hell
In the realm where shadows writhe and wail, A specter burns, enchained and pale, Bound by time’s relentless chain, Each tick a link of searing pain. Clocks float, unseen yet ever near, Their ticking whispers all too clear, For every time one fades away, Another blooms to mark the fray. This ghastly figure, trapped in fire, Consumed by an unquenched desire, To flee this hell of endless night, Where clocks ignite the endless fight. Each second's pulse, a cruel tease, Promising end, yet never frees. A constant hope to break the bind, The strongest drive that one can find. Through darkest trials, we find our might, In depths of despair, our souls ignite. The urge to flee from shadow’s grasp, Drives us beyond the hellish clasp. Thus, in the throes of deepest blues, Emerges strength, from harsh dues. For in the fight to regain our light, Lies a power, vast and bright.
