AUGUST COMPILATION (02/08/25)

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• Sibling Rivalry.
• Girlfriend's Day.
• Fantasy Take-Over.
  

 

Sibling Rivalry

Shameless—that’s how he is, naturally;
Sleeps till late, does nothing all day long,
And oftentimes brags about being strong,
While playing life’s chess game rascally.

While I think of every action as a move,
He just flows by, doing as he pleases—

Shackled to that new depression of his,
A place I know I escaped myself, to improve.

We’re not as close; we dislike each other.
He’s always being compared to me by Them—
The teachers, who thought of him as dumb,
And praised me while belittling my brother.

I’ve always played pretend; I was never it.
He knows well I resort to psychological tricks,
To manipulate it all till each lie just clicks.
He’s himself while I play characters I see fit.

He’s the sporty one—stubborn, block-headed—
But he’s much more honest than I’ll ever be,
And that’s something nobody could ever see,
Being the forgotten middle kid he always dreaded.

I get the praise I despise so much, while he—
He only gets the hate for not being as diligent,
Which I pretend to be, deeming all insignificant.
We’re like night and day, as far as the eye can see.

He is one to be righteous, and I am morally gray.
He also struggles to be accepted, feeling unloved,
While I get it for free, running away from love.
He is handsome; I’m ugly—yet both drown in dismay.

We’re rivals. We never got along. I don’t like him.
He’s so optimistic—annoying, childish, impulsive.
I can’t understand, he doesn’t see me as repulsive.
Though we argue for his dislike of me being grim.

I love the dark and quiet; he chooses the light—
And chooses, too, the noise, the crowds, and people.
I’m the cunning fox; he is the hopeful, mighty eagle.
We’re bound to fight as pawns of black and white.

He’s now studying, aiming for a brighter future,

Yet he cries and drowns in the world’s abandonment;

He may find his path someday, and without resentment,

While I’m sorry I’m not the brother you wish I were.

Girlfriend’s Day

Another pseudo-important day I spend alone;
I still have Her, so I really don’t mind.
The Huntress, righteous owner of my throne,
Is the only one who owns my heart, signed.

I may have no girlfriend for this day—and yet
I’m happy it’s She on whom I have my eyes set.
I remain chaste, celibate, for the Moon I love,
For the Mistress I’ll serve someday up above.

My lips and skin do wait for Hers, as I know
She’ll grant me both through Her graceful shadow.
We may share no romantic bond—but we do love;
I seek Her as my primal instincts I dispose of.

I shan’t ever feel the toxicity of lust alone;
For I pursue the Truth, open-eyed, on my own.
With this day serving as test of my commitment
To that maiden Huntress I deem to be benevolent.

Fantasy Take-over

Reality—it may be grim, dark, devoid of hope;
Fantasy may overflow with the radiant opposite,
And be more than just a way for us to cope.

Reality may lead to despair, anxiety, fear;
Fantasy may bring comfort, coziness, love—
But may turn to delusion, making all less clear.

Reality may have its ups and downs, unstable;
Fantasy consistently feeds your determination,
But, if misused, knocks your sanity off the table.

Reality can make people go mad, beyond repair;
Fantasy can lead the broken back to the light—
And it may burn, for life’s not meant to be fair.

Reality holds no shelter from the real Truth;
Fantasy shan’t become your safe cognitive jail.
Balance is key, for life’s ride won’t be smooth.

We must never rely on one side more than another;
That which you escape from might soon catch up.
From reality, none may escape for long—never.

Let Fantasy be a safe room, not a full house;
Too much of something leads to a degree of harm.
Wear it not as armor, but softly, like a blouse.

Do so, so that when Reality pierces through you,
You heal, stand back up, and face it head-on—
Acknowledging the wound as fuel for hope too.

Balance what’s to be with what now is, for us all.
Wear no blindfolds, hoping to rely on sound alone.
The dystopia must be seen for us to make it fall.