TEEN: - Complete Decisive Battle at the End of the World

[Alolan Slowpoke]

So this isn't like a fanfic or anything, but it's writing so it technically would go here. I write all my poems stream of consciousness style, meaning I just open up notepad, write, and call it good. There's no prior planning, no thought process, I write straight from the heart. This particular collections is called "Decisive Battle at the End of the World", and I really hope you enjoy it.

At War With the Self

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I'm staring into the mirror

And there are a thousand scars upon my face

When I look into my hand

The bloodied knife is still there



The electricity is gone

No longer raising the hairs on my arm

I don't have any peace of mind

Living in fear of something I cannot see



In my other hand is a lock of hair

Shining in the sunlight like platinum

But in the instant I blink

There's suddenly nothing there



And I put that empty hand up to my face

And I can't feel the scars I see plainly in the mirror

Smooth skin, soft as silk

Unmarred by the harshness of reality



And I put the hand to my heart

Just to see if it still bothers to beat

And it whispers gently

Telling me it'll be okay



The war with the self is finally over

And though it fills me with anger and hate

I see a light in the mirror around myself

And the scars begin to fade away





Combat! The Tongue of a Thousand Swords Cuts Through to the Truth!

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There is no weapon stronger than truth

Lies are flimsy, tempered in fallen flames

But the tongue of the righteous is made of solid steel

And cuts through to the truth



Shining, shimmering, a marvelous delight

Liberating those who hide in the shadow

Of their own selves and those around

And bringing back the peace once lost



The golden tongue and its voice

Cuts so deep and true

Liberating those who live in shadow

Liberating people from themselves





Life is a Gift, and People are Diamonds

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From the swelling sea we came

Or from the hand of something beyond us

Wherever we hail from

We are diamonds, gifts in our own right



We are rough and uncut

But as life wears us away

We become something smooth

Something shining and bright



And every diamond is different

No two alike, not in a lifetime

So glitter and shine away

Because life is a gift, and you are a diamond





They played us like a damn fiddle!

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How does one sleep at night

When all the ones they've loved an known

Are hurt and turned on

By one of their own



Could a heart be so cold and black

That through a smokescreen of lies

They'd have the right to be angry

At the one who's really the victim?



Dwelling upon the madness in their own broken mind

They finally see the wrong they've done

And so they open their mouth to speak

But yet nothing comes out, there's fear on their breath



For how long could the charade keep up?

It was only a matter of time anyways

It was not for you, not for me

It was for nothing else but peace



And after the long struggle with themself

They realize the gravity of what they've done

There's so much pain in those eyes

But it's only a reflection of the pain they've caused



There's no hope for reconciliation

Not with a demon so charred

There's a special place in hell

Because not even the devil can look at them



The deeds have been done

But at what large cost?

Is there hope for a brighter future?

Or is the wandering demon forever lost

 

[Alolan Slowpoke]

The End of This Chapter

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The world is like life itself. We all have seasons, and the seasons are always changing. Summer, spring, winter, fall. Look outside now, the leaves are already changing colour. Doesn't it remind you of something? Anything at all? Just think about it. Maybe your seasons just haven't changed yet, but someday, you can see autumn too.



Ages of loss have come to pass

In my heart of hearts I feel despair

My ruined mind is shattered glass

And the stench of stale tears poisons the air



There's no use dwelling on what's been done

Because hope fills the cavities of eternal suffering

I'm through being cornered with nowhere to run

In the autumn of my life, I have become nothing



Hope, it's like a jewel at the deep of the ocean

Guiding lost souls forward to a brighter tomorrow

With this hope I'll put my new life in motion

And leave behind the self-inflicted sorrow



Yesterday, it was the autumn of my life

But now the season changes to wintertide

And spring blossoms forth, healing my strife

It brings hope and light and acts as my guide



I want to make it known, it is the end of this chapter

But it is not quite the end of the story

Life beckons me further, quelling my bitter laughter

Life beckons me further, promising glory