In The Pursuit Of Knowledge, I Had Unwittingly Stumbled Upon The Philosopher's Paradoxthe Realization

In the pursuit of knowledge, I had unwittingly stumbled upon the philosopher's paradox—the realization that the more we seek to understand, the less we truly know.

Decree of Devotion

In love's grand theater, a choice is made,

Not fleeting fancy, nor whims that fade.

Commitment's vow, a sacred decree,

Beyond mere passion, it's loyalty we see.

Not settling for scraps, nor second-best,

Love's quest demands the heart's true test.

No backup plan, no shadowed guise,

In love's grasp, no hidden lies.

To be someone's secret, a silent plea,

But love demands transparency to set hearts free.

In open arms, true devotion lies,

No clandestine whispers, no veiled disguise.

For love is a decision, resolute and true,

Not just a feeling, but actions imbue.

With courage and honor, we take our stand,

For love and commitment, hand in hand.

May I have my heart back? It’s clear you don’t deserve it.

Squaddlebum

In the depths of a forest, where shadows loom tall,

Lives a creature unseen, yet known to all.

The squaddlebum, with its feathers of gold,

In the moon's soft glow, its secrets unfold.

With eyes like stars, and a mischievous grin,

It roams the woods, where the wild begins.

With a hop and a skip, it dances through trees,

A creature of wonder, as elusive as the breeze.

Its laughter rings out, like bells in the night,

A symphony of joy, a pure delight.

With wings of silk, it flutters and flies,

Through the midnight sky, where dreams arise.

But beware, dear traveler, in the squaddlebum's lair,

For its tricks and pranks are beyond compare.

Yet if you're kind and pure of heart,

It may share its secrets, and never depart.

So let us marvel at this creature so rare,

With its golden feathers and playful air.

For in the heart of the forest, where dreams succumb,

Lives the enchanting spirit of the squaddlebum.

Overthinking Fears

I'm really not sure if I'm capable of pulling this off. Well, maybe I am. I mean, I think I am. But what if everything falls apart? What if I struggle to get my point across? On the other hand, what if it turns out amazingly? What if the outcome surpasses all my wildest dreams? No, that's too optimistic. Past experiences have shown that things usually don't work out in my favor. But, what if this time is an exception? What if my message resonates on a level I've never reached before? Ugh, time's ticking away. I guess I have to face it head-on. Deep breath. Let's just roll with whatever happens, I guess.

Love’s Demise

In your gaze, my reflection lies,

When did our love freeze, when did it die?

I never fathomed it'd come to this,

The void in your eyes, a love's abyss.

Two souls ablaze, now drenched in tears,

Who knew our passion would drown in fears?

When did our flames turn to icy blue,

In your eyes, I see, our love withdrew.