Date: September 23, 2024
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Today is not a good day to throw it all away
In a land where the skies were eternally gray, A warrior stood, fighting battles each day. His strength was not born from the blade in his hand, But deep in his heart, where belief took its stand. Each morning he rose with the weight of the fight, His vision for change just beyond the next night. Yet every step forward was met with a test, To tear down his hope and weaken his chest. The world seemed so cruel, a harsh place to be, Where darkness could blind what he longed to see. But inside his chest, the pulse grew in might, For every battle he fought with all of his light. There were days where the weight felt too much to bear, Where the whispers of failure hung thick in the air. One bad day could break what he’d built from the start, Could shatter his dreams, and rip out his heart. Yet, in the darkest moments, a voice came alive— "Not today," it said, "for today you survive." Each day he defeated the pull to give in, Brought his vision for change closer to begin. The battles were fierce, the losses were great, But his heart beat louder, refusing that fate. The world he believed in, though distant and far, Was closer each day, like a rising star. He knew that one fall could unravel it all, That one moment of weakness could lead to his fall. But each time the darkness whispered, "Just quit," He tightened his grip, refusing to sit. For every day defeated, his heart grew strong, And the vision he held didn’t take long. He stood on the edge, his dream now in sight, Because he chose every day to fight. And though one bad day could have led him astray, He knew in his soul, not a single day Was the right day to throw it away.
Date: September 22, 2024
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It’s no help to think you have it harder than most. If anything it would push you harder to tell yourself you have it easier yet others can do it
In a land of goblins, sharp and keen, There lived a clan where archers reigned supreme. From early years, they all would train, But one young goblin knew only shame. The lowest rank, he stood apart, Though fire of skill burned in his heart. His peers with ease would strike their mark, While he fumbled in the endless dark. Determined not to fade away, He left the clan to find his way. Through spells, he gained more eyes to see, Hands steady, swift, yet still, no key. For all his powers, all his might, His peers surpassed him, arrow’s flight. He cursed his hands, he cursed the spell, How could they win when he meant so well? Until one night, he cast aside, The thought that others’ paths denied Him the chance to rise and claim his throne— His failures were his own, alone. With all the arrows he could find, He fled into the woods, resigned To train until his skill would soar, Day and night, and nothing more. His thoughts obsessed, "If they can stand With only two eyes and steady hands, Surely I, with all my gifts, Can match their feats, close all the rifts." The days passed slow, the nights were long, His quiver emptied, but his spirit strong. Every shot, he honed his aim, For perfection was his only claim. At last, he stood, no arrows left, Of fear and doubt, he was bereft. He strode back to the clan once more, A master, stronger than before. For mastery, he now could see, Was born from endless, fierce decree— Not through pity, not through blame, But obsession, drive, and passion’s flame. His peers, once higher, now stood the same, And he had none but himself to blame, For what he lacked before in heart, Now burned within, a perfect art. No harder path than his, he knew, But to say he’d had it harder too Would only weaken his own hand, For in himself, he'd make his stand. The arrows flew, his aim was true, For obsession had made him new. And mastery came at last to stay, For those who burn night and day.
Date: September 21, 2024
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Each day I am a new me. Each day I am tasked with but one task by all my previous selves. To keep the dream alive
A warrior fought through nights and morns. Bitten once by a venomous snake, He knew his life was soon to break. In search of hope, he found a crone, Her eyes like orbs, her voice like stone. She had no cure, no saving spell, But offered him a curse as well. She said, "If you die with sword in hand, Fighting for what you believe is grand, Each day you'll rise, each wound erased, And grow in strength with every taste." The warrior paused, then took her word, He'd live again through battle’s sword. He swore to fight for justice's sake, To mend the wrongs that made hearts ache. Through lands of men and beasts he roamed, In every war, his name was honed. He fought for peace, for those in need, He lived by courage, not by greed. But as the years began to wane, He questioned all his strength and pain. How many days could he still fight? How long before he lost his light? Yet every time the end drew near, He’d wake anew with purpose clear. Through halls of past selves he would stride, Their ghostly eyes, their voices cried— "Do not forsake the dream we chase, Do not let courage leave its place. We held the line, we carried through, Now it’s your turn to see it too." Their silent stares were stern and strong, Reminding him where he belonged. He stood for them, for every life That once had battled through the strife. And so, with one last mighty roar, He ended every unjust war. He brought the peace he longed to find, And laid to rest his weary mind. No more foes upon the earth, He knew at last his final worth. He slept upon his rightful throne, Awaiting battles yet unknown. For each new day, a self reborn, The past was watching, never torn. In every rise, in every fall, He’d kept alive the dream for all.
Date: September 21, 2024
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The Greatest Treasures Are Always Close But Can Only Be Seen From Far Away
In a land where once a year, Gold rains down, bright and clear, Most gather riches in eager hands, Seeking wealth from distant lands. But hidden within each glistening bead, Lies a secret glimpse for those in need— Of futures, pasts, or moments near, A vision granted once a year. A prince of gold, with all he'd won, Sought not the wealth that others spun. For in his heart a longing grew, For love he lost, and never knew. Upon the road, a woman fair, Her eyes had caught his fleeting stare. But fate had turned, and paths had veered, Leaving behind what he once feared. Each year he'd stand, the rain would fall, Searching the drops, seeking her call. A face he yearned for, yet denied, As the seasons passed, and hope would slide. At last, a drop of gold revealed, A truth long hidden, yet concealed. She worked within his castle walls, Bringing his horse when duty calls. Never once had he looked to see, That she was there, his destiny. Ashamed, he knew what he had missed, A love so close, yet unkissed. So, in the night, he rode away, In exile's shadow he chose to stay. For treasures close are often blind, And only seen when left behind.
Date: September 21, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
The first requisite to becoming a dragon slayer is to challenge a dragon
In the shadow of a dragon’s lair, A town once filled with dreams and dare, The children whispered of the quest, To climb the cave, to face the test. A warrior rose with blade in hand, Sought beasts and monsters ‘cross the land, He slayed them all with skill and might, His heart grew bold, his spirit bright. At last he stood before the cave, The dragon’s home, his final grave. But as he stepped within its maw, Fear’s icy grip was all he saw. For gleaming eyes within the dark, Watched every move, igniting sparks, His courage faltered, body froze, The beast was closer than he chose. Yet from his chest a lightning flare, His blade aglow, his soul laid bare, With one last swing, a desperate cry, He cleaved the beast and watched it die. The warrior left the cave that day, With treasure in hand, and no dismay. The dragon’s head, a gruesome prize, But something stirred behind his eyes. For when he reached his home again, The people stared, not one a friend. His skin had changed, scales shone through, The dragon’s curse, his fate was true. No cheers, no songs, no joyful feast, For he had slain, but was the beast. The cave now called him from afar, His future sealed by what he’d marred. The bravest step, it starts within, To face the fear, to risk the sin. For every dragon we defy, May leave a scar beneath the sky. To slay a beast, you must become, A warrior who knows the sum— That first, you dare, you rise above, The challenge calls to those who love. The hardest step is not the sword, But facing fear, your own reward. And though you change, though scars may last, You’ll know you walked where none have passed.
Date: September 19, 2024
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What really makes superman super is that he knows no one is coming to save him
Beneath the moon, a village slept, But shadows stirred, and terror crept. A monster came with eyes aglow, The fear it fed on made it grow. It took the child, the village wept, Up jagged cliffs, the beast had leapt. None dared to climb that deadly way, Save one who knew the price to pay. The warrior rose without a sound, He knew the fear that stalked the ground. He knew that every step he’d take Would make the monster stronger, wake. But climb he did, with steady stride, No hope for rescue by his side. He saw the path, the skies so dim, The world would end, if not by him. The monster swelled, a towering shape, With each faint doubt, it would escape. But at the top, the warrior stood, No room for fear, just iron blood. He faced the beast with nowhere left, No chance for rescue, no room for theft Of precious time—this was the hour, To act, to rise, to seize his power. The cliffs behind, the monster’s roar, It grew with every moment more. But in the man, there was no shake, For he had no choice but what he’d make. Necessity, his cold borne friend, Would see this battle to its end. With every strike, he carved his path, And cut through fear, ignited wrath. The monster crumbled, shrank to none, For in that fight, the man had won. Not by hope or distant plea, But by the truth that set him free. No one was coming, none but he, To face the beast, to bend the knee. Necessity had cleared his mind, And fear dissolved, left far behind. The child was saved, the village safe, For only one had dared that fate. The lesson carved on cliff and stone: When it’s just you, you stand alone. For in the end, when death is near, Necessity cuts through all fear.
Date: September 18, 2024
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What you do becomes what is possible
In a world where keyholes in bodies are found, Some bear them many, some just a few bound. With each moment of growth, a key will appear, Unlocking great power, casting aside fear. A demon was born with a heart locked away, While others embraced hate, in darkness they'd stay. But deep in his chest, a keyhole did shine, A chance for redemption, a moment divine. His kind were all cruel, beyond saving’s grace, Yet he wandered alone, seeking hope in each place. A key to his heart was given one day, But fear kept him bound, he threw it away. For years he did travel, afraid to unlock, To lose who he was, to be something he'd mock. He tossed the heart's key into river’s deep flow, Thinking no one would find what he dared to let go. But peace never came, the nights turned to dread, His heart felt a pull, a whisper in his head. For months he lay restless, no sleep could he find, Until at last, he gave in to his mind. The key wasn’t lost, it couldn’t be drowned, What once was discarded, was waiting, still bound. So off he set, searching for what he cast, Knowing this journey would define him at last. In the woods, by the river, his path came to end, Where he met a woman, a kindred, a friend. Her heart had been opened, her key long set free, She showed him what life with an unlocked heart could be. Temptation now burned, yet hope lingered near, To open his heart, to silence his fear. He dove in the river, his hands found the key, Determined at last, to let himself be. With trembling hands, he unlocked his own soul, The power surged through him, it made him feel whole. Not just of strength or of magic, but love, For the one who had waited, a gift from above. And now the world knew what was once unseen, That no limit exists to where one can glean. What he had unlocked became what was real, A new truth for others, a strength they could feel. The keys to the future lie deep in our chest, To hold them, discard them, or take on the quest. For what we unlock becomes what can be, A limitless world, for all who will see.
Date: September 17, 2024
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So long as my body is convinced it is being chased by lions it will never give up
When she was a child, in a grove so divine, She trampled the roots of an ancient line. A lion appeared, with eyes burning bright, From that moment forward, she lived in its sight. She ran from the spirit, her heart full of dread, With every footfall, it stayed by her head. No matter how far, no matter how fast, The lion was there, her shadow was cast. She trained her legs to outrun the beast, Hoping that one day the chase would cease. But as her speed grew, so did its stride, She could never escape, no matter how wide. She learned to fly, to soar through the air, Hoping the sky would release her from care. But wings of the lion unfurled in the breeze, Matching her flight with effortless ease. She left her body, soared into the stars, Hoping the distance would take her far. But even in space, where the heavens expand, The lion appeared in that endless land. Exhausted and weary, she came to a rest, Her heart no longer beat wild in her chest. She turned to the lion, with nothing to give, And found it had stopped, no longer to live. The curse it revealed was not teeth nor claws, But the fear that forever had been her cause. To be chased but not caught, to forever flee, Was the prison she built, though she held the key. For so long as she ran, the lion would chase, But stopping her flight, it vanished, no trace. Her body had strength she’d never believed, But her fear had been what kept it deceived. The truth she learned in the silence that day, Her strength was her fear, when channeled the right way. For the lion, though fierce, was never her foe, It was her own will, pushing her to grow. So long as the mind believes it’s pursued, The body finds power that can't be subdued. You can’t outrun your fear, but it helps you survive, Turning doubt into strength, keeping dreams alive.
Date: September 16, 2024
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Obsess hard enough and build your way back long enough and you will beat the rematch against any challenge. Inigo Montoya does not lose to the 6 fingered man
A village once stood, peaceful and bright, Until the fire spirits came in the night. The king of flames, in his terrible wrath, Burned it all down, left only ash in his path. A child alone, survivor of pain, Watched as his world was consumed by the flame. With hatred and fear burning deep in his soul, He swore vengeance, to make himself whole. He wandered the lands, seeking the way, Learning the secrets of fire’s cruel sway. Mastering heat, though it scarred him with dread, He became what he feared, as the flames he was fed. Years turned to decades, his power did grow, He harnessed the inferno, and learned how to know That fire was more than a force to despise, It could be a weapon in the wise. At last, he returned, to the land of his youth, To face the fire king and uncover the truth. The king laughed aloud, with heat in his eyes, But the warrior stood firm, no longer despised. They clashed in the flames, their battle immense, The king faltered first, feeling the tense Heat that he’d never before had to face, While the warrior thrived, in that fiery embrace. For the king, unchallenged, had never known fear, But the warrior had battled it year after year. He stood in the heat, unshaken, untamed, For he knew there’s always a greater flame. And when it was over, the king was no more, The warrior stood, having settled the score. Through trial and time, he had built his way back, Now crowned in the fire, he stayed on his track. For when you’ve rebuilt through hardship and pain, You face your rematch with nothing to gain But victory earned, after all you’ve endured, There’s no greater flame than the heart that’s secured.
Date: September 15, 2024
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Every day the dark goes unchallenged it grows
In a world where two gods rule the sky, One of darkness, one of light on high, Each heart is a battlefield they seek to claim, And every soul is bound to their eternal game. The god of darkness watches with keen sight, Waiting for moments when hearts lose their fight. In times of sorrow, when spirits grow weak, He slips through the cracks, quiet and sleek. A seed he plants, deep in the core, A seed of shadow that whispers more. With every tear, it spreads unseen, Feeding on pain, it twists what’s clean. Years pass by, the seed takes hold, Whispers grow louder, cunning and bold. Do this, cause harm, it softly speaks, Plant more seeds in others, make them weak. The god of light, seeing hearts fade, Casts a spell to offer aid. He places mirrors in every hand, A reflection to help them understand. When they gaze upon their own soul's face, They see the shadows starting to take place. A creeping darkness, once so small, Now threatens to consume them all. But no man knowingly lets his heart decay, Not until the mirror shows the way. For every day the darkness goes unhealed, Its power grows and won't be sealed. Some turn away, afraid to fight, Too burdened by the lack of light. But others face the truth they see, And rise to battle what mustn’t be. For darkness doesn’t leave alone, It digs its roots, becomes a throne. Only light that stands and strives, Can cleanse the heart and save lives. So every heart, though worn and torn, Must rise each day to face the storm. For evil waits where light turns blind, And grows in every weakened mind. In the end, it’s not despair that wins, But those who face their darkest sins. For no man knowingly lets his heart fall, And only by standing, can we save us all.
