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-elixir- Oct 2021
The voyage to my soil is long ahead
while my fire still burns in my mind.
Pirates that dwell in the murky waters
sleep with one eye open,
to loot the treasure of
my destination they can never reach.

To the oceans I sail on, I have a last wish.
When they shoot their canons
towards the timbers of my ship
that I sought to build with all might,
swallow me in with my ship and all
before they shiver my timbers.

Lest they get hold of my honour.
-elixir-
Shevaun Stonem Aug 2021
I am no longer running away
from what I said.
They know and I know
I am smart,
so never again will I lie saying,
"I don't know."
But God give me the strength to say,
"Yes.
No.
Out of respect for my privacy,
I do not wish for you to know."
-shevaun stonem
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Madness Unseen Aug 2021
Glory is the shine of a dying star
Hope for the men going to war
Where the casualties are on the rise
Blood runs and honour dies

Death awaits the soldiers arrival
Honour is the cost of survival
Dead men tell no tale
Of the horrors that will hail
Lead K Feb 2021
When guilt burst forth, at Menden's door
We could not speak, we did not know
The toll the rage of men might seek
Through witless priests and burning snow

That Sword was forged in Elwen's fyre
With magic signs embossed in vain
The power of steam in crooked lines
To cleave the brows in villainous twain

Thus Emnoch came to shield the world
A hero's hero of countless girth
The ***** of shame that numbered zero
A blade arrived to state his worth

This dismal feast of brutal love
Will never sate a horse's tune
Senescence and honor entwined in fate
He ever swells that liquid boon

Asunder sliced was Denzhen Yeep
Just as Vile Ben wast slain
The Witches Five broke on the Pile
A magic Pentagon of pain

But do not braise the glance of morn'
We cannot love what has not hair
Embrace the stench of Emnoch's glove
His tale is there for you to share
Tale as old as Thyme
She didn't always receive what she deserved.
But she understood that not everyone was the same.
She kept her distance a lot of the time, always watchful but not always careful.


Protect yourself and your dignity at all times.
But she was the kind, to not always listen to advice in time.


She gave out honour to just everyone around her, she encountered.
But she was careless when it came to herself.


She was the type to take it all in...
Absorbed the wrong energy from the ones that surrounded her.


She read them like a book, she said to herself.
But the words they recited to her, didn't always mean the same things that she comprehended.


She kept building walls up, to defend her fragility.
But allowed the wrong ones to tear them down brick by brick.


But she still refused to avoid her beliefs, she still gave out honour even if it was the last thing she did.
Poetic T Dec 2020
Never forget the root that fed you,

for no matter the height you attain

remember the earth beneath your feet..

No matter your height,

                       you forget what
    you grew from...


you'll easily fall and no one will hear it.
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