Date: September 1, 2024
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Every day the dark goes unchallenged it grows
In a quiet place, where no one could see, A woman locked her heart, safe as could be. She built walls so high, so thick and so strong, To keep out the world and all that was wrong. But one day, a seed found its way inside, A tiny dark speck she chose to let slide. It nestled in deep, in her chamber so still, And day by day, it bent to its will. She visited often, but always delayed, To root out the darkness, she felt too afraid. "I'll deal with it soon," she whispered each time, Unaware it was spreading, a slow creeping vine. The seed became roots, then branches, then more, A tree of pure shadow, her heart it devoured. It grew so enormous, beyond her control, Till darkness consumed her body and soul. Her deeds turned to evil, her thoughts to despair, She harmed and destroyed, she no longer cared. Caught in her actions, judgment was swift, And as flames took her, the tree burned with it. But from her ashes, the seeds spread anew, To hearts unguarded, to the many, to the few. Each one faced the choice, the same as her own, To challenge the dark, or let it overgrown. For every day the dark goes unchallenged, it thrives, It gains in momentum, takes hold of our lives. So when shadows arise, don’t let them take root, For small seeds of darkness can grow absolute. Thus, in our inner most chamber, beware what we sow, For darkness at times, without check, can grow.
Date: August 31, 2024
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Courage leaks from one area of your life to all others like an overflowing pot of liquid gold
In a land where shadows loom and monsters roam, A knight arose, with steel as her home. Her armor shone, but not with gold, For courage was needed, the stories told. She ventured forth, her heart so bold, But fear was a specter, icy and cold. Yet, with each challenge, her courage grew, And in her armor, changes ensued. Her helmet first, in thought profound, Turned to gold when wisdom was found. For in her mind, she faced her fears, And in that moment, her path was clear. A monstrous swing came her way, But her gauntlet held strong, kept danger at bay. As she blocked, her courage shone bright, Her gauntlet turned gold, a testament to her might. Love was a battle, her heart on the line, But she stood firm, letting courage define. Her breastplate turned gold, as love she embraced, No longer afraid, her fears were erased. In the heat of battle, an enemy fell, But she spared his life, broke fear’s spell. Her sword turned gold, mercy her guide, For courage in compassion cannot be denied. But the true test came, not with blade or hand, It was in standing her ground, where others would have ran. The monsters that chased her, feared not her might, But her steadfast courage, that turned boots to light. Again and again, she stood her ground, In battle, in love, in thoughts so profound. And as she practiced, her courage overflowed, Like liquid gold, through her life it flowed. Her armor of steel, now golden and bright, Oozed with courage, a wondrous sight. For in every land she dared to stand, She conquered all, with courage at hand. For courage leaks, from one life to another, In battle, in love, in thoughts like no other. Stand your ground, and you will see, With courage, you’ll conquer any land, any sea.
Date: August 30, 2024
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The Heat Is No Threat To Those Born In Fire
In a land where forests flourished, green and vast, There roamed a being with a shadow long cast. A Destroyer of Woods, with flames in his stride, He set trees ablaze, with nowhere to hide. From roots to the leaves, he consumed their might, Absorbing their life force, turning day into night. With each forest devoured, his power grew bold, A relentless inferno, both merciless and cold. His strength swelled within, his hunger unfed, Till at last, he erupted, as the earth bled. He settled and morphed, into a twisted expanse, A forest of falling trees in a deadly dance. The warriors came, with courage untamed, To challenge the fire, their spirits inflamed. But the heat was too fierce, the blaze too grand, Not one could endure the scorching land. No hero survived, no champion prevailed, Each journey to the center, tragically derailed. Until a child was born, with a soul like flame, Immune to the fire, he had no name. With skin like embers, and a heart of pure light, He ventured forth into the endless night. Through the burning woods, he walked with grace, Untouched by the flames, not a mark on his face. He reached the center where the Destroyer lay, A titan of fire, in his deadly array. The child, undaunted, with a gaze so clear, Confronted the beast, showing no fear. For he was born in the fire, bred in the blaze, The heat was no threat, it set him ablaze. With a single touch, the Destroyer knew, The child was his match, his strength grew anew. But rather than battle, they merged as one, The forest reborn, under a gentler sun. The trees stood tall, though the fire remained, A balance was struck, and peace was gained. For the heat is no threat to those born in flame, The child had saved the world, without seeking fame. In the heart of destruction, a new life was sown, A world once threatened, now peacefully grown. And so the legend lives, in whispers and lore, Of the child of fire, and the forest of yore. A tale of balance, of power contained, Where fire and life forever remained.
Date: August 30, 2024
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Show me the edge and I’ll show you the money. The rest is survivor’s bias
Under the moon’s silver glow so bright, There stood a warrior, poised for the fight, His blade drank deeply from the lunar light, Making him invincible, a force of might. Others came, with weapons in hand, Blessed by charlatans from across the land, Amulets that promised power untold, Stories of triumph, of courage bold. The battlefield swelled with myths and lies, Each warrior certain they’d claim the prize, But as the night wore on, few remained, The truth of their strength was finally explained. One by one, the legends fell, Their tales unraveling, an empty shell, For the power they boasted was never real, Just superstition’s fleeting appeal. But there was one, who knew the truth, Who wielded his sword with hardened proof, Not swayed by stories or crafted lore, His edge was honed in logic’s core. The last opponent stood, their face pale, Knowing the fight was destined to fail, For in the moon’s glow, it was plain to see, That victory belonged to reality. Superstition makes for a dull blade, In the end, it was just a masquerade, The edge belongs to those who know, That truth is the only path to grow. The warrior’s triumph was no surprise, His strength lay not in luck or lies, But in understanding, clear and true, That the moon’s power was his to imbue. And as the battle faded with the night, The lesson was simple, in clear sight, Show me the edge, I’ll show you the gain, The rest is just the victor’s refrain. For someone always had to win the game, But it wasn’t luck, nor was it fame, It was the one who knew the way, That turned the tide and won the day.
Date: August 29, 2024
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All too often what the majority deems as fixed I deem as broken. What they deem as broken I deem as empowered
In a land where curses linger deep, A man was marked with fate to keep, His flesh to wood, his soul to fade, Yet in this curse, his path was laid. Each dawn he chose what parts to lose, No time to mourn, no time to choose, His fears first went, then doubts and pain, With every loss, he broke a chain. Addictions next, temptations strong, He shed them all, it didn't take long, As wood replaced his mortal skin, A power grew from deep within. The world around began to shrink, Day by day on the very brink, Of folding in, collapsing whole, But he, now pure, sought to control. He stood alone, a wooden frame, Yet more alive, more free from blame, For what he lost was never true, A life deceived by every view. The world had deemed him broken, lost, But he saw strength in every cost, What they called weak, he called his might, What they called dark, he saw as light. He used his power, pure and wise, To halt the curse, to lift the skies, And as the world began to heal, He showed them all what’s truly real. For in the curse, he found his way, Where others feared, he saw the day, And as the man of wood now stood, He proved that broken is misunderstood. In every curse, a silver lining, In every loss, a chance for shining, For what the world calls strong and good, He proved was nothing as it should. So when they tell you what is right, Remember him, the man of might, Who lost it all, yet gained it more, And found in wood, his truest core.
Date: August 28, 2024
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The challenge of David was not to slay Goliath but to muster the courage to face him
In a village lost to fear's dark sway, A demon grew with each passing day. Its form was vast, its shadow deep, And in the night, none dared to sleep. From the demon's lair, monsters crept, Through a door that no one kept. A portal dark, of ancient lore, From which the creatures roared and tore. The bravest man in the village stood, With heart of steel and a sword of wood. He ventured forth, his courage true, To face the beast no one else knew. He found the demon, fierce and tall, Its eyes aglow, a ghastly pall. They fought for hours, a brutal fight, Till the man struck a blow with all his might. The demon fell, the night grew still, No monsters roamed, no blood to spill. But wounds do heal, and darkness feeds, On fear and doubt, on silent needs. Time passed on, the demon grew, For every day, the shadows flew. The man returned, but found it vast, For in his absence, time had passed. He barely lived, his strength did wane, Returning home with wounds and pain. The village whispered of his feat, But none dared follow in his beat. And so the demon grew and grew, Until the sky was void of blue. No one dared to face its might, Except a boy with eyes so bright. He took his father's sword in hand, With trembling heart, but firm he’d stand. For courage stirred within his chest, He’d face the challenge, do his best. Into the lair, the boy did go, Where the demon's breath was cold as snow. It roared and towered, fierce and grim, But the boy's resolve did not dim. He knew the battle was not to win, But to face the fear that grew within. With a single strike, he marked the beast, And for a moment, the darkness ceased. But he knew, as his father did before, That the greater challenge was in store. For every day, the dark will grow, Unless someone dares to make it slow. The boy returned, his task complete, And in his heart, he felt defeat. But courage grew, and so did light, For every day, he faced the night. The village learned, through fear and pain, That courage must rise again and again. For every day the dark goes unchallenged, it grows, And only the brave dare to oppose.
Date: August 27, 2024
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The war of humanity was always going to be against death. But people aren’t tired yet of fighting each other
In a realm where gods held sway, Time and Death began to fray, An argument of endless might, One fateful eve, they chose to fight. Death, the keeper of final rest, Claimed his power was the best, But Time, with his unyielding flow, Spoke of what mortals should know. To spite the reaper, Time decreed, “I’ll give the mortals all they need, A gift to see their days unwind, To keep your shadow in their mind.” And so, the hourglass was born, With sands that counted down each morn, Mortals saw their fleeting breath, Ever haunted by the thought of Death. At first, they quarreled, filled with dread, Wasting days on wars they bled, But as the grains fell one by one, A different dawn began to run. They saw the truth, the greater fight, Was not against their neighbor’s might, But in the battle yet unseen, Against the end where none had been. United by the ticking sand, They formed a single, mighty band, No longer torn by petty strife, They sought to conquer the end of life. With swords aloft and hearts ablaze, They marched into Death’s dark maze, Through valleys deep and mountains high, They sought the truth that none could deny. Death watched them with a silent frown, As mortals stormed his shadowed town, But in their eyes, he saw a light, A will that even he couldn’t blight. For when Time is seen, mountains move, And mortals find their deepest groove, The war of old was never meant, To be against the lives they spent. Instead, they turned their gaze on fate, And sought to open Heaven’s gate, No longer bound by fear or doubt, They fought for life, and Death was out. The day they reached the underworld, A new era of life unfurled, For in their unity, they found, That death’s tight grip was not so sound. When Time is seen, mountains move, And all the world finds strength to prove, That in the battle against the night, Together, mortals find their light.
Date: August 26, 2024
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Bullies are everywhere. Only the minority abuse physically. Most are emotional bullies. Subtle bullies. Hidden even from themselves
In a world where shadows softly creep, Where smiles conceal the darkness deep, A child is born with eyes so bright, But soon the hunger claims their light. Their parents’ warmth, their tender care, Are sipped away, though unaware. The child grows strong, the parents fade, Their love consumed in this cruel trade. As years advance, the games begin, Where children fight for what’s within. A friendly laugh, a teasing jest, But underneath, a ruthless test. The hungriest child, with heart of stone, Will rise to claim the empty throne. With cunning words and subtle might, They drain their peers, unseen in sight. Yet time moves on, and they mature, The battles shift, the rules obscure. In the world of men and women grown, The same old hunger is still shown. But now the stakes are ever high, With hidden jabs and whispered lie. A handshake firm, a fleeting glance, All masks for the soul’s harsh dance. No fists are raised, no voices shout, The battles fought without a doubt. A smile so sweet, a word so kind, But in the depths, the truth you’ll find. For every jest, a wound is sown, In every laugh, a cry unknown. The bullies here don’t leave a scar, Their weapons hidden, but they mar. They press on wounds that once were small, Until they’re mountains, towering tall. And all the while, they feel so right, Denying what they do each night. In every heart, a hunger burns, For something lost, a soul that yearns. They seek to fill what’s left a void, But in the hunt, more souls are toyed. The truth beneath the smile’s facade, Is that each wound becomes a rod, To strike the next, to pass the pain, And thus the cycle starts again. A world of cunning we must tread, Where every soul must forge ahead. Yet in the dark, there lies a choice, To break the chain, to find a voice. For in the end, the truth is clear, The smile that hides is one of fear. But if we dare to face the light, We find that kindness wins the fight.
Date: August 25, 2024
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Today is a good day to become braver
In the realm where clouds kiss the sky, Lived a spirit eternal, never to die. Her days were long, each like a life, Filled with moments of joy, and moments of strife. She’d descend from the heavens, light as the air, To walk among mortals, with burdens to bear. A single day for her was a lifetime below, A span of choices, of ebb and flow. Each dawn she awoke, her path to tread, With dreams in her heart, and fears in her head. She’d walk through the world with eyes so bright, Yet doubts would creep in, dimming her light. At sunset she’d age, her body would fade, As she lay down to rest in twilight’s shade. Her life’s memories rushed in like a tide, The roads not taken, where she chose to hide. Regrets would whisper in the dying light, Of chances missed, and the strength of fright. But in that final breath, she made a vow, Tomorrow I’ll be braver, I’ll make it somehow. Reborn in the clouds, with the morning’s glow, She carried the lessons from below. No longer the paths that fear had forsaken, For every road not taken is a lesson unshaken. Again she’d descend, her spirit anew, With courage in hand, her fears she’d subdue. And though the day would end as before, She knew she’d be braver, she’d strive for more. For in the cycle of life, death, and rebirth, She found that bravery defines our worth. Today is the day to be bolder, she’d say, For life is but a moment, a fleeting display. In the end, she learned what the mortal heart knew, That the bravest of souls are those who dare, To walk the paths that lead who knows where. With each road not taken, a lesson to earn, And with every new day, a fire to burn.
Date: August 24, 2024
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The longer we delay facing our troubles, the more out of reach the escape becomes
In the heart of a town, so silent and still, A sword stood waiting on a pedestal hill. Each night brought terror as the shadows grew, And a creature emerged that no one knew. It crept through the streets with a ghastly roar, Dragging souls away, one by one, through the door, To its lair deep below where the darkness thrived, And the townsfolk trembled, none brave, none survived. The sword gleamed bright in the moon’s pale light, Yet each day it rose, just a little more in height. The people would cower, let the night pass by, Afraid to grasp it, too fearful to try. Day by day, the pedestal grew tall, And with each night’s terror, another would fall. The sword seemed distant, the climb too steep, And the courage to fight was buried deep. The town grew darker, the creature’s reign strong, As waiting only made the terror prolong. But in the heart of a child, a spark did ignite, A flame of courage, small but bright. One day, as the sun dipped low, The child stepped forth, ready to go. With trembling hands, they began the climb, Each step heavier, each moment a climb. Up and up, they scaled the peak, As the sword’s hilt shimmered, so close, so sleek. With a final leap, they grasped it tight, And the blade sang out in the fading light. The creature roared, its reign at an end, As the child descended, sword in hand to defend. With a mighty swing, the creature was slain, And the town was freed from its endless pain. The people rejoiced, their fears cast away, But they remembered the cost they had to pay. For every moment of fear they let reside, Made the climb steeper, the sword harder to guide. So learn from the town and the sword so bright, Face your troubles with all your might. For the longer you wait, the higher they climb, Till courage alone can turn the tide in time.
