Embrace the Storm I wrote a poem, which will become a future song, about my 15year partner PJ ♥️⬇️♥️ Embrace the Storm by XZanthia He doesn’t flinch when the lightning hits. He never asked me to dim. He just stood still while the sky cracked open and smiled like it was beautiful. He saw the fire in my chest and didn’t reach for water. He knew I wasn’t dangerous I was divine. He don’t compete, he completes He don’t crumble when the current heats While boys bail out, he’s building rafts While others fear, he laughs at collapse I shook the room, he didn’t blink I roared in rage, he made me think He knows how to hold without holding me back and that’s how you carry a queen’s heart intact To walk beside a powerful woman you don’t need chains you need courage Not armor, but honor Not silence, but space He never caged the lioness He never named me “too much” He simply looked and let me be until I let him see everything Powerful presence, patient, precise Protecting peace without a price Fire-fed, focused, feeling full He’s not afraid, I’m never dull He’s got thunder in his spine Steel in his silence Grace in his gaze and no trace of violence HE NEVER RAN FROM MY RAGE! HE NEVER NEEDED ME SMALL! HE HELD MY CHAOS IN HIS HANDS AND NEVER DROPPED ME AT ALL! Other men feared me He faced me Other men chased me He stayed When I shattered, he sharpened me When I wept, he witnessed me He didn’t want to fix the fire He wanted to feel it with me And maybe you think this song’s about you… Maybe you wish it could be But only a rare one gets written into fire like this. Real ones rise when her voice shakes the walls Real ones don’t shrink when the goddess calls If she’s the storm, he’s the ground beneath Still. Sure. Strong in belief. This ain’t fiction, it’s a fact You want a queen? Learn how to act Not to conquer, not to own But to honor her like a throne HE NEVER ASKED ME TO SHUT UP! NEVER ASKED ME TO SHRINK! HE TOOK MY FIRE AND FED IT!! I am the flame And he holds me I am the howl And he hears me I am the storm But he never tried to stop the rain He just stood With open hands And loves me without fear.

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Why does this song remind me so much of crisis core /Zack? 😭😭 Now i am all sad about fictional characters...again 😢 https://youtu.be/wzf8A4Qd6iQ

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One of the movies which left a mark in me from back then was "American Shaolin". And I still believe the last fight had a magnificent choreography. And I remember taking this movie as a "F-ck you Karate Kid". If you want to learn asian martial arts, go to Asia and go through the real deal. Because his teacher was an asian man who lied about being a "Shaolin". So he decided to go and try it for real. Having to deal with how life is in a temple and their traditions, etc. Of course it´s all fiction...but I loved the idea. I took that as a direct hit to the "Asian master, western student" stablished by Karate Kid. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YK1n-r4lRxE&t=202s

My poetry from freshman year. This is called the ghost and is published on fanfiction.net. Please do not steal my writings as they are mine. "Eleven thirty my alarm rings. I wake up to the puddle of blood next to my head. I try to stand but as I do there is a rush to my head. Hearing the screams of my bloody valentine, I fight the urge to run in the other room and cover her sweet mouth. All I can hear is the screams in the next room over. Finally I race over to the room only to see my girl tied in spread eagle. I do not see the man by the closet. But he can see me. He stares and mumbles something. I cannot tell exactly what he is saying. All I know is I call to her. She does not respond the man smiles and walks over to where she lay. She screams with pleasure as the man pulls out a whip and glides it over her body. I run over yelling for her to stop. She does not respond. The man looks at me with those lustrous eyes and continues. Trying to punch him in the face, my hand goes through his flesh. I examine my hands they look normal but somehow they are not. The man looks at me and smiles as I realize I am dead."