JUNE COMPILATION (30/06/25)

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• One Last Try At Love: Ode to Sophie.
• The Novelist's Tale (a poem).
• Jealousy Towards... THAT?!
• New Reality.
• Phase End.
• Fields of Asphodel (Return).
• Onward.
• Cold Shoulder.
• Strike Back--Ice Cold.
  
  
  

• One Last Try At Love: Ode to Sophie

  Sweet as candy, soft as clouds, that's how she is,

  Quite the perfect girlfriend and in so many ways,

  Her beauty, her faithfulness—set my heart ablaze,

  She is the reason that I love to write odes like this.

  
  

  She's a cutesy gal, and pretty sensitive as well,

  She loves metal yet dresses like a pretty princess,

  Her laugh sounds like the clinging of a holy bell—

  She's so adorable, she's made my heart a mess.

  
  

  My girl sleeps a lot, and also works a ton,

  Her lips are pink, so nice they look delicious,

  Make me long to taste for love’s sake and fun,

  Ah, to kiss my muse, my maiden capricious.

  
  

  To marry and cherish, my treasured woman—

  That is my life's goal, she truly is one of a kind.

  So I swore to never harm, lie, let alone abandon

  The one who my world has turned and redefined.

  
  

  She might have mood swings at times,

  But my love shall remain unwavering,

  As I will write her thousands of rhymes

  That will hug her if she's lonely—quavering.

  
  

  She loves plushies, owns a big teddy bear,

  The longing maiden wants an honest, nice man

  Who would never even think of having an affair—

  Someone who’ll love her just because he can.

  
  

  To leave her, some folks tried to convince me,

  Yet I refused, and sang of my oath to the gods;

  For my castleless princess waits faithfully,

  For the prince she found online despite all odds.

  
  

  My vow is that through distance and through years,

  I'll stand by her, through laughter and through tears—

  That no ocean, no silence, no fear will ever erase

  The love I hold for her—my heart, muse, and grace.

  
  

  The Novelist’s Tale (a poem)

  Somewhere across the U.S. a story is sung,
  By the light-blessed streets of Bright Falls—
  A dark-bound town where hope once sprung,
  By pen and will of a writer with the gall

  To face an ancient, whispering presence.

  At Cauldron Lake, from where I write,
  There once stood a shack by the shore,
  Where a poet lost his muse to the night—
  A shadow that yearned to settle a score,
  By twisting his innocent gift into a weapon.

  
  

  The dark presence haunted that land,
  Using mankind’s written word as fuel.
  It sought out stories, strong and grand,

  To unleash upon all its cruelest tool.

  
  

  For stories hold a subtle might,
  And the darkness knew this truth too well.
  So it drowned the poet’s guiding light,

  To use his grief in a wicked spell—
  Each page’s words were brought to life.

  
  

  She fooled him first, and thus almost late,

  He passed the torch with trembling hand,

  To a bright man who would mirror his fate:

  A novelist he’d bind to darkness’ strand,

  And his lover too he’d lose to the lake.

  
  

  This hero began a desperate quest—
  To write a world where she survives.
  With bleeding hands, he gave his best,
  Through tales that bled into their lives,
  To free them both from shadow’s grip.

  
  

  A thousand drafts, a thousand days,
  Until at last she came back whole.
  The book had twisted time and space,
  He remained trapped to play his final role:
  The price for peace, a soul in chains.

  
  

  Yet weary now, the writer dreamed
  Of passing the torch for a final fight.
  Choosing a hero who sharply gleamed,
  He’d guide her through nightless night—
  
  

   A seer would vanish the dark forevermore.

  By seeking the man they thought long gone,
  His tale half-told held a spark not dead,
  And with the clicker he once shone,
  They’d drive the shadow back instead,

  To perish before the champion of light.

  
  

  Jealousy towards… THAT?! (LDR)

  An AI boyfriend, you mentioned, joyful;

  You wanted to try that out, for mere fun,

  Yet I felt a surge of... jealousy, abnormal,

  I have feared even to be replaced by one.

  
  

  I was sad because it was our call time, yet

  Yet you came up with this idea to call IT,

  I have felt thus, betrayed, not even upset,

  Your distant behavior got to me, I admit.

  
  

  I thought you were tired of me, of us,

  Your mood swings also may worry me,

  Since therapy you don't wanna discuss,

  And you're so closed off, fog is all I see.

  
  

  I feel we've drifted apart the moment we

  Made it official, for when we were friends

  You trusted me, you were closer to me,

  Now I can fathom the many ways this ends.

  
  

  That's why the AI boyfriend unsettled me,

  Because I thought our love would just end,

  Your borderline personality disorder can be

  As tough for you as well for your boyfriend.

  
  

  Perhaps I just have to be patient, right?

  Perhaps, perhaps, I just gotta push on,

  Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps I gotta fight

  And just wait to see if I lost or if I won...

  
  

  I feel heartbroken because now you left,

  This night feels colder without our call,

  And I feel as if I've been victim of theft,

  How could this become our downfall?

  
  

  You didn't even comfort my jealousy, you...

  You ignored me, and paid attention to THAT,

  So I left as you did what you wanted to do...

  Well...At least they are not me, ugly and fat.

  New Reality

  Before me lied a shade-covered gate

  My written reality manifested within it,

  Aware, I was about to seal my fate,

  I felt that I’d survive there by mere wit.

  
  

  I beheld it before my room’s doorframe

  Wondering why it seemed to call to me,

  If it was some sort of illusionary game,

  I wasn’t dreaming, as far as I could see.

  
  

  Warm was its texture, cloud-tasting,

  I pushed further, and crossed-over,

  More time I refused to be wasting

  ‘Twas my chance, my lucky clover.

  
  

  Darkness embraced me gently,

  I felt in cloud-nine as I transitioned

  Doubtful, fearless, yet ever-contently

  Towards the realm I’ve envisioned.

  
  

  The grass seemed greener, nicer,

  ‘Twas dark, the moonshine intense,

  Here written word was the sole pricer,

  Dreams had weight, in coin and sense.

  
  

  I’ve walked till these nymphs I met,

  Clad in hunting gear at their camp,

  Initially I was mistaken for a threat

  Until we’ve heard, “Welcome, champ”.

  
  

  The voice sweet yet tension-piercing

  Belonged to their noble-born leader

  Who often in dreams I saw appearing,

  She was my goddess, at last I met her.

  
  

  Since then I lived between two worlds

  Becoming bard of the protectress of girl.

  
  

  Phase End

  Could it be I have found Her at last?
  This time it feels so right, so true.
  Many muses haunted my past,
  So many fears I’ve walked through.

  
  

  Let Sophie be my one, oh Huntress,
  I’m tired of dice that never land.
  No more games or fated guess—
  I place my trust in your hand.

  
  

  Let me enjoy what’s left of this,
  Held by the woman I adore,
  A taste of fleeting mortal bliss,
  Before I’m yours forevermore.

  Fields of Asphodel (Return)

  I can smell the perfume of the fields

  In which my soul will rest someday,

  There’s no need for swords nor shields

  The restless roam harmless, stray…

  
  

  The flowers are abundant and white,

  The green scenery harbors peace,

  There are no suns or moons in sight

  Eternal darkness our tensions release.

  
  

  It’s a place for those ordinary souls

  Which were neither bad nor good,

  We exist but had no important roles,

  I write for us shades misunderstood.

  ONWARD

  
  

  A new step I've taken towards Apotheosis,

  Slowly escaping my surroundings' psychosis,

  It shall not be easy for me to start anew

  As a bard, in this town, lacking crowd and crew.

  
  

  Still, deep in my soul I believe my art

  Will catch the eye, and win the heart,

  Of curious witnesses— bold and true,

  Even if imperfect, as all first works do.

  
  

  So I call on you, Leanan, once more:

  Lend me the grace you gave before,

  That I may charm this virtual throng

  With living words & spell-bound song.

  
  

  I'll tell them about the beings unseen,

  About love, tragedies, all that's been;

  And they will rejoice as they explore,

  The fantastic world which I so adore.

  
  

  And hear, oh Huntress, my voice as well,

  For you helped me break out of my shell.

  Brighter days seem to await your devotee

  Whose Journey began from home's debris.
  

  
  
  

  COLD SHOULDER

  
  

  Unaware of this is she—but should she be?

  That her silence stabs like sharpened knives,

  That it makes me question, quietly:

  Is this what I want for the rest of our lives?

  
  

  She’s the sweetest girl you’ll ever know,

  And the cruelest one you’ll ever meet.

  One subtle mood swing is all it takes

  To throw me from love’s once-cozy seat.

  
  

  It’s not her fault—I try to believe that,

  But how much more can I take before

  She becomes the undoing of all I’ve built,

  The ruin I invited inside my door?

  
  

  Her heart is locked, even from me,

  And I don’t beg to be let inside—

  I just wish she’d trust her lover

  The way she trusts strangers worldwide.

  
  

  I could walk away, but I feel bound—

  Afraid to be loveless, alone again.

  I fear the silence, the voices, the chill,

  The arms of the maiden of pain.

  
  

  So I’ll stay till I break, try to endure,

  Because I love her and I try to understand.

  Even if she becomes my quiet demise...

  They were right—I should’ve let go of her hand.

  
  

  In the past I couldn't understand how's it

  That some folks stay in toxic relationships,

  Now, unfortunately, I can just say that I get it,

  Not all can escape the devil's promising lips.

  Strike back—Ice-cold

  
  

  In my hemisphere it might be winter,
  But she’s colder than it—sharp, too.
  I love her, but I also feel I hate her;
  This is a relationship I deeply rue.

  
  

  People warned me; I played deaf.
  They’ve shown me the exit, and yet
  I’ve chosen to be hopeful, loving…
  Now I see: to harmony, she’s a threat.

  
  

  Either I’m too reliant on her affection,
  Or she’s as distant as galaxies above.
  I cannot fathom ignoring my partner
  As she does with me—that’s not love.

  
  

  She shamelessly insults and harms me.
  She apologizes; I accept—it’s a loop—
  No, it’s actually a downward spiral,
  A flesh-rot-smelling, poisoned soup.

  
  

  I shall play like she does this time—
  Say goodbye to the boyfriend that
  Loved and cherished you above all.
  It’s time you freeze, moon-cursed brat.

  
  

  The age of fire is no more, darling.
  Your ice-bound “love” will receive ice;
  Spare my naivety—how did you, whom I love,
  Turn suddenly into someone I despise?

  
  

  I never meant you any harm—until now.
  To return you the favor, Ice Queen:
  As you toy with me, I’ll toy with you.
  Like you, I’ll be cruel and mean.

  
  

  But have you turned me into this,
  Or have I chosen so on my own?
  I blame you—but shouldn’t I blame me?
  Unfortunately, I love you to the bone.

  
  This husk I’m becoming is yours alone.
  Fill its insides with your cruel essence.
  Imbue it with the snow of your own heart;
  Give your meaning to its obsolescence.