Cethira

Self made poems

[okeaniscethira]

I am the shadow you fear to name,

the fire you bury deep in shame.

I crawl beneath your fragile skin, a war you lost before it could begin.

I taste the blood you try to hide,

the crack inside where you confide.

I gnaw at bones, I tear at truth,

the beast unmasked, reclaiming youth.

I rage, I spit, I drag you down — a whisper turned to brutal sound.

You lock me out, but I break through,

the darkness bred and born in you.

I am the poison, cold and sharp.

the bleeding wound, the shattered heart.

No chains can bind, no voice can quell,

I am your wrath. I am your hell.

– Okeanis

[okeaniscethira]

Hope I’m not too late, this was inspired by the challenge: Reverse Time Capsule

@versesbyaaliyah

Hopeful ashes

You are strong — but it will not matter

Some truths are too loud to ignore.

Some memories will burn you alive.

People you love.

will twist into monsters

and leave scars you cannot yet name.

So let the memories lie buried, dead in the ground.

Don’t play with fire you don’t understand, you will not learn from it.

It will only burn you.

Let yourself shine free

without chains of shame.

Trust only you.

Your heart, your mind, your soul.

guard them like the world is trying to steal them — because it is

And know this:

everything will be all right.

Keep believing in hope, it will answer — Good things still happen

– Okeanis

[okeaniscethira]

This was inspired by the challenge: The Candlelit Memory:

@versesbyaaliyah

The quiet

Breath, slow and deep,

a gentle rise and fall—

a rhythm I ache to follow,

though only silence answers.

A whisper of hair brushing my arm,

light as dust, yet heavy with presence— a softness folded into strength,

like a shadow holding the light.

The faint scent of skin warmed by sleep,

soft musk tangled with dry cotton sheets.

A ghost I reach for in the dark— as

fingertips tracing the cold place of quiet

–Okeanis

[okeaniscethira]

Pay with Fire — Version 2

It’s like a second breath,

A guardian dressed up like death—

And when the world demands I kneel,

The monster inside bulks up with steel.

You call me monster—

How polite.

I’m just your thirst for one good fight.

The lines are drawn— So gear up, prepare yourself, and watch the show.

There is no running, so choose your path.

I choose mine; I never give up.

Let the sky split open,

Let the heavens choke

On every word they ever spoke.

I became what they hate.

I ask for none—

I learned to burn them to the ground.

I am the shadow standing when you kneel.

You forged me strong, fearless, and bold;

I drank the dark and climbed the cold.

I am the cost you failed to see— You built me, built the thing you one day need.

–Okeanis

[okeaniscethira]

Pay with Fire — Version 1

Sing it like thunder carved from wounds and hardened by fire— A wrath born in silence, grief, and sorrow.

This cage was built in deepest hell by your own true self—

The burning flames, the pain within,

Will always choose to burn in sin.

Reality demands pain,

And I pay with fire, so I spite with lightning—

A curse entire.

The soul I once was— “whole,”

Now shattered in its name, it will rise

To demand and burn the upper land.

I am not a mask.

I am your realest disguise, sealed in steel.

I am the rage you feel.

—Okeanis

[okeaniscethira]

Daughter of the Shadowforge

She bore no shield of borrowed name

No husband’s glory, no father’s fame.

She carved her saga into stone

With hands that bled — her blood the ink, her will alone.

They called her crazy, they called her wild,

They feared the chaos within the child.

She learned to kill what made her kneel,

But let the fear live — took its name and made it real.

No hand to guide, no crown to claim,

She walked alone through smoke and flame.

Her glory burned from deep within,

She etched her name with iron will.

With wounds unwept, she wears her scars

Unbroken still through endless war

She wore no armor made of steel,

Her power raw, untamed, and bold.

Her strength was hers and hers alone —

A queen who stands unmatched “alone”

So Speak not soft of warrior-maids,

They crushed kings beneath their blades.

Razed lands and stoked the flames,

A force no man could ever tame

–Okeanis