Unwritten Hearts: Collected Poems

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The World that Never Was
Nobody’s Lament

I walk through streets that never held my name,
Where twilight falls but never breaks to dawn.
The lights are on, but nothing feels the same—
A stage left set, the audience long gone.

They said I wasn’t real, and maybe so.
A shadow cast by someone else’s light.
But still I breathed, I moved, I came to know
A hunger not for power—but for right.

I laughed. I fought. I stood beside my friends.
Were those just echoes made to fill the void?
If all I was exists and only ends,
Then what was I—created or destroyed?

The world around me hums a hollow tune,
A song that almost dares to sound like truth.
It fades too fast, like stars beneath the moon,
Or dreams that slip away from sleeping youth.

I feel the weight of moments I can’t claim,
Of bonds that vanish when I try to hold.
The memories burn on, without a name,
Still warm, though every ember’s going cold.

I wasn't born. I never had a start.
No past to lose—no future left to chase.
But something beats, unsure, inside this heart—
A longing carved from someone else’s place.

And if I go, what changes in the end?
No gravestone waits. No silence marks the spot.
Just absence, like the pause where thoughts pretend
That something mattered, even if it did not.

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Rex Verus
Ere the Night Sky Prince

I was the king they never let arise,
A crown denied before the tale began.
They carved my shape, then cast it in disguise,
And gave my throne to some unwitting man.

My city slept in glass and neon light,
A dream designed with care, now left to fade.
They stole my dusk and turned it into white,
Then dressed another in the role I played.

Yet still I walk, a myth that breathes and sees,
Alive in fragments, cloaked in what remains.
They wrote me out—but could not write me free—
Their borrowed story only masks my chains.

So let them claim the ending they prefer;
I am the storm that waits beyond the blur.

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Xemnas
Steel voice in still halls—
seeking hearts he cannot feel,
he names void as truth.

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Twin Horizons
A Sestina for Riku and Sora

They stood at dusk, each shadow pulled by light,
One boy still smiling, one marked by darkness,
A bond not broken, only worn by time,
Their paths diverged, but never strayed from heart,
Each haunted by the shape of the other,
Two names entwined like tides against the shore.

Riku once walked alone along that shore,
His back turned firmly to the blinding light,
Afraid to vanish in the gleam of other,
To lose himself, he opened to the darkness,
But always, in the silence of his heart,
He felt the pull of what they’d had through time.

And Sora, borne along by fate and time,
Still chased the footprints fading on the shore,
His laughter masked the weight upon his heart,
The one who’d vanished chasing deeper light,
Who left him with the echo of that darkness,
And memories that never found an other.

Yet they were never truly just one other—
Each shaped by loss, by battle, and by time,
By aching dreams and glimpses through the darkness,
By days spent racing wind across the shore,
By promises made softly in the light,
Each scar a verse etched deep into the heart.

No spell could ever cage the truest heart,
Nor silence what one boy would give the other,
For Sora was the key that bore the light,
And Riku was the one who paid with time,
Each wave that crashed upon the old gray shore
Carried fragments of that long-won darkness.

They learned to wield the blade of darkness,
To walk the edge and guard the inner heart,
To find the balance standing on that shore,
No longer halves, no shadow of the other,
But whole, through every fracture wrought by time,
Two boys, now men, who fought to guard the light.

No light without the soft ache of darkness;
No time untouched by longing in the heart;
No other path—they meet again at the shore.

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The Door to Light
Soliloquy

I started from nothing.
No name, no claim—just breath and burden.
The world didn’t wait for me.
It pressed down, hard.
Like it knew I didn’t belong.
And maybe I didn’t. Not yet.

But I moved.
Even when my legs trembled,
even when the path was jagged
and each step scraped away some part of me,
I moved.

Fate doesn't ask.
It drags. It carves. It tears you open
and calls it destiny.
I’ve felt its pull
the kind that makes you want to stop,
to lie still and let the weight finish the job.
But I didn’t.

Because somewhere
not out there, but in me
I held onto something quiet and solid.
A voice that didn’t shout,
but never once broke.
You will get through this.
Not because you're chosen,
but because you choose yourself.

The darkness came. It always does.
And when it did,
I didn’t turn away.
I looked it in the face,
and I walked forward.
Not without fear…never without fear
but without surrender.

I’ve seen false dawns.
I’ve watched the light fade
just when I thought I’d reached it.
But I kept walking,
because forward is the only way I know.
Even if I crawl, I move.
Even if I break, I build from the pieces.

That’s how I’ll find it.
Not a rescue. Not a miracle.
Just a door.
And when I reach it,
I’ll open it not with a key,
but with everything I’ve become.

Because this journey—
this hard, unforgiving, sacred path—
was never meant to be easy.
It was meant to be mine.
And I’ve never stopped walking.
Not once.

The door to light doesn’t wait.
It watches.
And when I arrive
scarred, tired, whole
it will open.
Because I will have earned it.