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Books pile high, the hours fade,

Dreams deferred, ambitions frayed.

Silent tears on pages fall,

Lost beneath the weight of it all.

A ticking clock, a race, a fight,

No room for rest, no end in sight.

In a world of grades, we strive to be,

But where is space for simply me?

-JellyMaple I am tired

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𝐵𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅,

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅.

𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝒹𝑒,

𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝒹𝑒.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓇,

𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇.

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝓎,

𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓀𝓎.

𝐼𝓃 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀, 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒,

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒.

𝒩𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝒶𝓎.

-𝒥𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎𝓂𝒶𝓅𝓁𝑒

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The sky is so pretty!!

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This physically hurts ;-;

Untitled “i love you” words ring hollow. you don’t even know what love means. you do not love me. you are infatuated. addicted, maybe. you love your high. you crave what i give you. you feed on the attention. you need to feel worthy. not love. never with me. you love the idea of what i can provide, not my soul, not my mind. you know nothing of my heart. i am the one who loved. i sacrificed myself. i gave up my humanity to better support you. i adored your humor, your wit, and the way you smile. that thing you do when you laugh. i could fill pages and pages. you wonder if you will ever feel loved. and i wonder if you will ever be able to love. your love stings, sears with what is missing. you need me for yourself. i love you just because.

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Pt 5 (Dw they’ll definitely meet again)

The years passed slow, as sorrow deepened,

And in her grief, the queen lay weakened.

Yet from the night, a secret grew,

A child within her, born anew.

But when the babe first met her eyes,

Her heart was cold, her love disguised.

For all she saw was darkened pain,

A haunting shadow, grief’s refrain.

The child, a girl with raven hair,

Held in her gaze the queen’s despair.

A silent echo, dark and bright,

A daughter born of endless night.

Fear clenched the queen’s fragile heart;

She could not bear this child,

Part of her that lived when love had died,

A memory of the cruelest tide.

With trembling hands, she turned away,

Unable yet to let her stay.

She cast the child beyond the gate,

To live alone, to shape her fate.

The years went by, and distance grew,

The girl a stranger, known to few.

But still she dreamed of mother’s arms,

Of love unearned, of distant charms.

One winter’s night, with pen in hand,

The daughter wrote, with heart unmanned,

A letter fair, with words of grace,

In hopes to see her mother’s face.

"Dear Mother, though you turned from me,

In you, I found eternity.

For in my heart, I hold your name,

Though you could never bear the same.

I see the grief within your eyes,

The sorrow woven into lies.

I know the shadows haunt you still,

But even now, I love you, still.

I have your eyes, I have your fire,

A spark, though born from cruel desire.

And though you left me in the dark,

I carry you, my heart your mark.

Perhaps one day, when shadows part,

You'll find a place within your heart

To think of me with softened gaze—

Your child, lost in distant haze."

The queen, alone within her hall,

Received the letter, cold and small.

Her fingers trembled, eyes went wide—

A mother’s guilt, so long denied.

Each line a dagger, sharp and keen,

Her daughter’s words, so soft, serene.

A love unearned, yet freely given,

A light that cut through grief’s dark prison.

She sank, bereft, upon the floor,

For all her heart had shut before

Now opened wide in painful bloom—

A haunting echo in the room.

Her daughter lost, her heart had strayed,

A life unloved, cast and betrayed.

Yet in those words, she felt a spark,

A warmth amidst the endless dark.

With tears that traced her hollow cheeks,

The queen, once fierce, now frail and weak,

Reached out, as if to touch a hand

That long had left, to distant land.

But all she held was empty air,

The price she paid beyond repair.

For love rejected, love cast wide,

Would haunt her heart till end of tide.

And so she walks the halls alone,

A ghost, a queen, with heart of stone.

No crown, no throne, no power bright,

Could quell the ache that bloomed that night.

The daughter, gone, yet ever near,

A shadow, faint, that drew her tear.

For love, once scorned, can never die—

It haunts the soul like midnight sky.

And in the depths of endless night,

The queen would weep, with heart contrite,

Her daughter’s love, a wound unhealed,

A light her grief had long concealed.

For though her child would never reign,

Her love remained a sweet, soft pain.

And in her letter’s gentle grace,

The queen at last beheld her face.

The years drift on, as seasons change,

And yet the queen feels something strange.

A warmth that lives, despite the chill,

A child’s love, forever still.

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T^T Luka is so frickin cute and hot>>>>

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Imma add something sweet into her life pt.4

The queen, a shadow of her former grace,

Now walked the halls with a hollow face.

Her once-bright eyes, dulled by despair,

Were haunted now by night’s cruel snare.

The court still whispered of her reign,

Of kingdoms won, and love in vain.

Yet none could see the secret scar,

The wound that festered deep and far.

Among them stood the foreign prince,

Whose heart had grown with each slow glimpse

Of the queen, so distant, cold, and pale,

A woman lost within her veil.

He did not know the weight she bore,

The night of pain, the heart so sore.

He only saw her, standing there,

A queen who needed tender care.

"My queen," he whispered soft one night,

When moonlight bathed her in its light.

She sat alone, beneath the stars,

Her mind adrift on distant scars.

He knelt beside her, eyes sincere,

His voice a balm to quell her fear.

"I see you mourn, though none know why,

But let me wipe the tears you cry."

The queen, so lost within her grief,

Could hardly trust, could find no relief.

Yet something in his gentle tone

Broke through the silence, so alone.

She turned her face, her gaze unsure,

Afraid to speak, to let him near.

For in her heart, the wound was raw,

Her soul still bound by what she saw.

The prince, unknowing of the storm,

Reached out to her, his touch so warm.

His hand upon hers, light as air,

As if to say, "I’ll always care."

"My queen," he said, his voice so kind,

"Whatever haunts your heart, your mind,

You need not face it all alone.

Let me be here, as flesh and bone."

She trembled then, beneath his gaze,

For in his eyes, no hunger blazed.

No cruel intent, no lust, no greed—

Just love, a quiet, gentle seed.

Her voice was faint, her heart unsure,

How could she trust when all was blur?

But something in his steady calm

Reached deep into her buried qualm.

"I’m broken, prince," she whispered low,

"My heart is lost in endless woe.

You cannot heal what cannot mend,

For what was taken will not end."

The prince, though puzzled by her pain,

Did not retreat, did not abstain.

Instead, he held her hand in his,

A silent vow, a tender kiss.

"I do not know what’s come before,

What sorrow darkens every door.

But I am here, and I will stay,

Until your heart finds light someday."

She wept then, though the tears were few,

For in his arms, she somehow knew

That though her soul was bruised and torn,

There was still warmth where love was born.

He held her close, beneath the sky,

Unknowing of the reason why

Her tears fell soft upon his chest,

A queen who’d lost her will to rest.

But in his arms, there was no force,

No hunger driving a cruel course.

Just patience, love, and quiet care,

A prince who’d always be right there.

And though her pain still throbbed within,

The touch of kindness could begin

To plant a seed, to sow some hope,

To help her through, to help her cope.

For though the night had taken much,

A softer hand, a warmer touch

Could guide her slowly back to grace,

To find her heart, her rightful place.

The prince, still unaware of all,

Just knew he’d catch her if she’d fall.

And in that quiet, moonlit space,

The queen, at last, found some embrace.

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Another doodle

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EEEEEE A LIL BABY CAME UP TO ME

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Just a fun doodle

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I wanna make u guys cry 😈 pt.3

The queen walks serenely, aimlessly

Heart dancing with sorrow seamlessly

Eyes moving through silhouettes soullessly

As curiosity catches her cautiously

A man’s view catches her gaze abruptly

He charms and entertains the palace guards

Striking their hearts with every chord

Bard rhyming his wants word for word

The hollow heart is swayed with charm

A fly going closer to the fire's harm

Is what she is when it comes to the bard

The prey was seen, so he played a card

“Oh the blessed you by Aphrodite,

My lyrics never compare to such beauty,

Forgive me oh gorgeous enchantress

for I am lost within your thy walls”

The queen, though wary, felt her heart stir

At words so sweet, they seemed to blur

The line between what’s true and lies—

She dared not trust, yet couldn’t deny.

The bard took steps, both slow and sure,

His voice like honey, smooth and pure.

"Your beauty, my queen, could blind the sun,

In your presence, I’ve already won."

She felt the fire, though faint at first,

A spark within her heart’s dry thirst.

The prince had tried, but could not ignite

The flames that now began to light.

"I sing of stars, of skies above,

But nothing rivals you, my love.

No throne, no crown, no gold, no name

Could ever dim your sovereign flame."

Each note, each word, like threads they spun,

A web of love, till she was won.

Her hollow heart, so long confined,

Began to beat in time with his rhyme.

"Oh queen, so lost in winter’s hold,

I see the warmth beneath the cold.

Your heart’s a treasure, locked away—

Let me be the key, if I may."

The court was distant, the world a haze,

As she stood lost within his gaze.

No prince, no duty, no cruel chain

Could hold her now; she felt again.

"Your sorrow, deep, I cannot mend,

But by your side, I will defend.

No more shall you face nights alone—

My love, my life, I make your own."

The walls she'd built began to fall,

A queen no more behind them tall.

Her heart, once bound by grief and fear,

Now beat for him, her bard so near.

Each word, a promise, sweet and sure,

And in her soul, a growing cure.

The garden blooms, the flowers rise,

And she, at last, saw through love’s eyes.

"Take my hand, dear queen of light,

And I shall make your burden slight.

With every song, with every vow,

Your joy, my queen, I will allow."

Her heart, now free from sorrow's chain,

Reached for his, in sweet refrain.

No longer hollow, cold, or torn

For in his words, she was reborn.

As her majesty's hand reaches his

A fly has dwelt closer to fire

Pathway to go back blocked by desire

A predator closer to his empire

The queen, now swayed by tender words,

Had let down walls as hope returned.

Her hollow heart, once bound by grief,

Now trembled with a soft belief.

The bard, so charming, took her hand,

A prince of nothing, not of land.

His eyes, like embers, warm with fire,

Yet masked beneath, a darker desire.

In stolen moments, far from court,

He whispered sweet, his love a sport.

"Dear queen," he breathed, "you make me whole,

Let me now possess your soul."

Her heart, still healing, fragile, weak,

Could not see the wolf beneath the meek.

She thought him love, a tender balm,

Not knowing she’d walked into calm

Before the storm, before the pain

A love so false, a liar's gain.

One night, beneath the moon’s pale light,

He led her further from the sight

Of palace walls, where shadows grew,

And whispered words that chilled her through.

"Your beauty, queen, has bound my heart,

But now I’ll claim the greater part.

No need for vows, no need for lies

I’ll take what’s mine beneath these skies."

His voice, once soft, now cold and clear,

A predator who smelled her fear.

She froze beneath his tightening grip,

Her heart now sinking, her mind adrift.

"No!" she cried, though lost, confused,

Her love, her trust, both so abused.

The hands that played her tender song

Now gripped her hard, where they did not belong.

He forced her close, his breath like fire,

A twisted echo of desire.

"Did you think," he laughed, "I loved you so?

A hollow queen, too blind to know."

His words, like daggers, pierced her soul,

And with each one, she lost control.

"I sang for lust, for power's gain,

Not love—your love was in vain."

The queen, now trapped, no voice to speak,

Felt her strength begin to leak.

Her crown of grief, her heart so torn,

And now, by him, her soul was worn.

He claimed her body, forced her will,

And in that night, the world stood still.

No stars, no light, no gentle breeze

Just endless dark, and silent pleas.

When it was done, he left her there,

A broken queen, her soul laid bare.

The fire he’d kindled turned to ash,

Her heart, her spirit, now a flash

Of what once was, of what could be

Now lost within a cruel sea.

She lay beneath the heavy sky,

And with each breath, she wished to die.

For in that night, beneath his hand,

She’d lost herself, she could not stand.

No crown, no throne, no sword in hand

Could save her from the bitter sand

Of time that swept her love away,

Leaving her in disarray.

The kingdom slept, the court unwise,

But in her heart, the darkness thrived.

Her soul was crushed, her hope undone,

And in that place, no light, no sun.

The bard had taken all she was,

A queen who’d loved, now just because

She’d thought she’d found her heart once more—

Now left to grieve upon the floor.

The echoes of his laugh remained,

A bitter sound, her trust profaned.

And as she wept, alone, in night,

Her love had died without a fight.

The queen, now hollow, more than before,

Walked the halls with blood still sore.

A heart once broken, now destroyed,

By lust and greed, by cruelest ploy.

And in her silence, shadows crept,

The queen who once had laughed and wept

Now stood a ghost, with empty eyes,

For love, in her, had met demise.

No vengeance could restore her flame,

No crown could wipe away the shame.

For in that night, beneath his power,

She lost herself, the final hour.

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Pt.2

The years passed slow, the land grew still,
The queen had bent to fate’s cruel will.
A prince arrived, from distant shores,
To bind her heart with gilded doors.

Her kingdom sought a rightful heir,
A union forged through cold despair.
For power thrives on legacy,
And love, it seems, is but debris.

The prince was kind, his words sincere,
Yet never could he quell her fear.
His touch was soft, his voice so warm,
But she, a storm beyond reform.

The wedding bells rang clear and bright,
But she stood hollow, veiled in white.
No joy, no spark, no love to grow,
A bond in name, and nothing more.

The kingdom cheered, the court stood tall,
But she remained beneath it all.
A queen who wore a broken crown,
Her heart beneath the wedding gown.

Each night she lay beside the prince,
But in her dreams, she’d wince and flinch. For still his voice would haunt her there, Grief of her passed love that she can't bare

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Idk what to name this and this isn't finished yet

In a kingdom wrapped in velvet night,

Where moonlight danced on blades of might,

A girl was born with eyes so bright,

A princess bound by crown and rite.

She wandered free within the halls,

A spirit wild within stone walls,

Until one day, by fate’s cruel hand,

She met a man, a foreign brand.

His voice, a song, his eyes, a flame,

She loved him fiercely, none to blame,

For in his heart, she found her own,

A love forbidden, yet fully grown.

But whispers crawled beneath the throne,

The king, her father, cold as stone,

He learned of love he could not claim,

And saw it as a mark of shame.

With wrathful words, he gave the call:

“End this man, lest kingdoms fall.

Your duty lies within the crown,

Do what is right, or burn it down.”

She wept beneath her lover's gaze,

Her heart torn in a twisted maze,

And with trembling hands, she drew the blade,

A promise kept, a price once paid.

In silence deep, his breath was stilled,

Her love, her soul, forever killed.

And though her father’s will was done,

The war within had just begun.

For now she walks, a hollow queen,

Her heart a ghost, her hands unclean,

And in the night, she hears his call,

A love once risen, doomed to fall.

The night was thick with bitter pain,

A crown of thorns, a lover slain.

The queen, now cold, her heart betrayed,

With every breath, a price she paid.

The father, seated on his throne,

Looked down at what his power had grown

A daughter, broken, bound by grief,

Her heart now sharp beyond belief.

He spoke in tones of steely pride,

“Your duty done, let tears subside.

The kingdom stands, the threat removed,

You’ve shown your strength, your loyalty proved.”

But in her eyes, the storm grew wild,

No longer was she just his child.

Her love lay dead, by royal decree,

A shattered heart, no king could see.

“You made me choose, you made me bleed,

For your crown and twisted greed.

The love I held is now a ghost,

And I, your puppet, bear the cost.”

With poisoned words, she drew her sword,

The queen no more, a vengeful lord.

Her father’s eyes grew wide with fear,

For now the end was drawing near.

“For what is left, when love is gone?

A hollow queen on a shattered throne.

You took my soul, you took my flame,

And now I’ll take back my own name.”

The blade came down, swift as night,

A king who ruled by cruel might,

Now lay beneath his daughter’s hand,

The bloodied crown fell with the land.

And as the throne room drowned in red,

The ghosts of love whispered instead,

A broken queen, with nothing gained,

Just endless grief, and a heart unchained.

Now shadows dance where light once lay,

For kingdoms rise and fall this way

But no throne, no crown can mend the scars

Of a queen who reached too far for stars.