Date: June 5, 2024
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Dragons aren’t slain in a day
In the realm where dragon whispers sway, A maiden strides where shadows play. Her steps ascend through spiral night, Where serpents coil in ceaseless fight. A glowing trail her spirit weaves, Through gnarled roots and dragon leaves. Each stair she climbs, a story told, Of courage fierce and valor bold. For dragons, see, are not just beasts, But metaphors for life's great feasts. And she, in light ethereal dressed, Must face the trial, endure the quest. Not in a day do dragons fall, Nor silenced is their ancient call. It's step by step, with patient heart, That heroes rise and make their start. So up she goes, where dragons wind, Their eyes like stars, their fates entwined. For in each step, and each small gain, She learns that growth comes dressed in pain. Thus, let her climb, and never yield, And in her journey, be revealed: That dragons' defeat, in tales spun gold, Takes time, and heart, and souls bold.
Date: June 4, 2024
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A single idea may save the world
In a cosmos draped in twilight hues, A figure born of stardust and the muse, Winds its limbs like ancient trees, Whispers secrets to the cosmic seas. From its fingertips, a lotus blooms, Exuding light to dispel the glooms; Each petal a testament, an arcane lore, A single spark can open doors. In this dance of shadow and flame, A thought can bear a world's new name. From such a seed, great forests grow, Where once lay naught but void and woe. Behold this tender, celestial birth, A gentle idea that might save the Earth. For in each mind, a universe swirls, Held in the heart of boys and girls.
Date: June 3, 2024
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It is the choices we make in our darkest hours that defines who we are. Not the flavor of the ice cream we choose in paradise
In the night’s somber shroud, a dark figure stands, A master of shadows with chains in his hands. Ahead, the forlorn, their innocence chained, Eyes wide with despair, their freedom restrained. Through gloom’s thick veil, his path he weaves, A tale of choices that no one perceives. Not in daylight’s embrace where trivialities lie, But in the clutch of the storm, under a tempest-tossed sky. For what are the flavors of comfort’s sweet call, When the test of one’s mettle is the hardest of all? It’s not in paradise where true selves show, But in desperate hours, through pain and woe. In the face of despair, what paths will he choose? When all could be lost, what does he stand to lose? It is here in the shadows that truth comes to light, Revealing the essence obscured from plain sight. Thus, march the forgotten, led through the dark, By choices unseen that leave a permanent mark. For it's not the comfort's choice in hand, But the decisions in darkness where true characters stand.
Date: June 2, 2024
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Shackle yourself to reality and measurable results and never let go
Amidst shadows deep, a creature twirls, Bound by numbers, its spirit unfurls. With gears and dials across its frame, In the dance of digits, it finds its acclaim. Eyes aglow with a fiery hue, It whispers secrets only known to a few: "In the realm of facts, we must firmly stand, For the power of truth is at our command." From fabled myths, it draws no breath, Its strength lies in what's concrete—defying death. Tangled in numbers, roots dug deep, It guards the gate where realities seep. Engraved with symbols of time and space, Its laughter echoes in an ancient place. Clutching reality’s unyielding thread, It charts a course where many dread to tread. For in the grasp of data's embrace, It sees the world's true, unmasked face. Guided by knowledge, not led astray, This creature thrives where others sway. So heed its lesson, hold it near, The tangible world is the frontier. And in this quest, no myth does beat, The rhythm of numbers, precise and sweet.
Date: June 1, 2024
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There is no greater scar than an easy childhood
In a world ablaze, a tender sprite does mourn, Where embers lift as dreams forlorn. A visage marked by life's harsh scorn, In eyes, the weight of tempests borne. Her wings aglow, a fire's breath, Yet, cold the air that whispers death. Beneath the flame, her fragile grace, Encircles strength, time can't erase. For though the fire scars her youth, In every line lies hidden truth. What gentle days may never teach, The trials of fire, boldly reach. Through tears that cleanse, through pain that molds, A spirit wiser, far more bold. And as she rises from the ash, Her heart alight with each harsh lash. No gentle hand did carve her path, But rugged trails and nature's wrath. Yet stronger still her wings do beat, Against a world that's bittersweet. The easy paths might never mark, The deeper cuts in tender bark. But flames that shape her mournful cries, Craft wings robust for stormy skies.
Date: May 31, 2024
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Archers of the Deep
In a realm where the winds and waves collide, A warrior of the deep, with the ocean as her guide. Her armor, a tapestry of cerulean and rouge, Melds with the serpentine beast, a formidable deluge. They rise from the depths, a sight to behold, A dance of colors—silver, turquoise, and gold. The archer, poised with an arrow so true, Aiming at the heart of the storm coming through. Her eyes, concealed yet fierce and keen, Guide the beast through the unseen. Together they move, a symphony of might, Guardians of the depths, keepers of the light. With every swirl, their strength intertwines, Echoing the ancient call of the ocean's designs. A dance of power, a display of grace, In the heart of the tempest, they find their place.
Date: May 31, 2024
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Always push back against fear no matter how small and courage will be there when you need it the most
In realms of night where shadows dwell, A hero stands, unseeing yet so brave. Against a tide of terror, under hell's dark spell, With sword in hand, his fate he dares to crave. Blindfolded eyes may not perceive the threat, Yet heart beats steady, pulsing fierce and strong. For he has learned in smaller scares to set A stage where fear is faced, and courage throngs. Monstrous foes with glowing eyes converge, A symphony of screams beneath the moon. But he, undaunted, on the battle's verge, Finds strength in trials past, a fortuned boon. So face the small with valor unpretended, And when the greatest fears at last are bended, In that dire hour, courage, long extended, Shall rise like dawn, triumphant and splendid.
Date: May 30, 2024
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Go all in enough times and you become immune to the fear of losing it all when the move is right
In a cavern dark, where skulls do line the trail, A goblin strides, his courage not to fail. Behind the door, where demon eyes aglow, He seeks a treasure, risking all he knows. "Go all in," whispers fate, "and you'll see, Fear's grip will loosen, set your spirit free. For when you bet it all, the heart grows bold, And in the fire of risk, your fears turn cold." With each step forward, on this daunting path, He trades his safety for a chance at wrath. Yet in his heart, a fire burns so bright, To win great riches in the dead of night. Thus, he who dares to face the beast’s own lair, Learns that to risk is to strip fear bare. The wise know well, this game of chance and fate, Where being fearless renders one first-rate. So through the door, the goblin makes his bet, A lesson in courage we must not forget. For only those who gamble with their all, Can hope to rise, and never fear to fall.
Date: May 29, 2024
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We are living within the sum of our weakest decisions and our most powerful moments
In celestial bath, the sage immerses deep, A mathematician with galaxies to sweep. His body maps the scars of time's intense weave, Where decisions, weak or strong, interleave. Cracked skin of cosmos, glowing lava bright, Showcases victories and failures in his light. Each line a tale of choices made, for worse or best, In this cosmic tub, history's waters crest. Around him float the planets, cold and grim, Witnesses to the power his mind could trim. With numbers as his sword, equations as his might, He battles through the universe, a knight. The tub, a vessel of the cumulative sum, Of weakest moments and triumphs that have come. Bathing in the outcome of his storied fight, He gazes at the stars, his constant guiding light. Reflect, oh wise one, in this cosmic scene, On all the paths where once your feet have been. Each calculation, a step on the vast chessboard, In the bath of consequence, forever moored.
Date: May 28, 2024
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The first stop of any conquest should be one's own inner realm
In a realm where stars weave night's own crown, A girl and beast, in swirls of dusk and dawn, Her steely gaze meets wild eyes, deep and drawn, A battle waged not outward, but deep down. She stands in armor crafted from her dreams, Her sword a glinting edge of dawn's first light, Against a wolf, whose fur is night's own plight, Both bound by more than merely what it seems. This duel, a dance within the soul's own keep, Where gears of mind and heart must sync to thrive, For mastery within is how we strive. To hold our reigns, before the leaps so steep. No beast so wild that will not find its peace, In conquering the storms that within cease.
