Guess I'll do an intro?

Pronouns: Whatever, really.

Interests:
🩵 Warframe
🩵 Monster Hunter
🩵 Pokemon
🩵 Poetry
🩵 Gaming Challenges
🩵 Jokes!
🩵 Many other games
🩵 Art (personally, can't draw... yet)

Streaming?: Not at the moment.

Don't be afraid to ask anything!

Once, it had driven you to heights galore
For some time yet, it lay in dormancy.

Melt away the encasing permafrost,
Free your ambitions and aims with pride,
Sealing them came with such steep cost-
No longer shall you cast these values aside.
(2/2)

And that ends my backlog.

Upon the kindling, an ember to alight
To ignite a passion radiant and scorching
For the sake of which you would fight-
An interest worth the effort of emblazing.

For if the spark could rage once more,
The desire was never truly let free- (1/2)

A quiet fire, crackling in the night-
The warmth remains a welcome reprieve
From the chilling void, free of light.
Weary soul, sit down and believe.

Dream of a world without strife-
The dream is just that, nothing more.
Yet each and every life
Can improve on what came before.

The eternal muse since long before-
Prior to convenient ways to release
All that desire, each we store...
Yet now, the urges can oft rest in peace.

Friend, foe, stranger or lover,
All may channel that inspiring kiss.
Come along and uncover-
That familiar feeling of bliss.

Ashes stir as a harsh wind howls through the trees,
The remnants of prosperity, naught but charred husks-
Today, far too many will not return to their families-
A vicious cycle repeats, as it has for countless prior dusks.

Tracing it all back to the core
One will find a disturbing truth.
Humanity, locked in cyclical war-
We are naturally so uncouth.

Yet as the smaller groups did merge,
Conflict between groups rose in scale.
So it is, the modern world on the verge
Of a war to which all before pale.

As the clouds break after a storm,
The perspective on life shall clear,
After the hardships, it will be warm,
So survive- and embrace the future near.

At times the storms take a life,
If left by those nearby.
Yet if we bond through the strife,
We yet live to see a friendly sky.

Many souls are lost in turbulent seas,
Yet life can feel like a dreary creep.
Whenever time for one shall freeze,
Those nearby the lost shall weep.

Their legacy- onward we must be going,
As we embody what was left behind.
So to those whose time is slowing,
Remember to be kind.

Waking up starts the day anew,
Regardless if the sun since set or rose.
The choices present are more than few,
The poets have potential to compose.

And so it is that I will write,
With many a muse to inspire me-
The bluejay singing again tonight,
Admiring the scenery.

I just came to this site from elsewhere, and I will post the poems I had on there. I am not a bot, but someone with a small collection of existing prose.