Adelana Victor

Adelana Victor Poems

I am a writer, and I put my hands to writing.
I train my hands in the ways of warriors.
When enemies come looking for a fight,
I give them a war.
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If I were an angel, I would have been Lucifer. Not for the darkness or the rebellion, but for the light I once held and the questions that burned within. Lucifer, the Morning Star, the bearer of light, who shone with unparalleled brilliance before the fall. In that light, there is a story of pride, ambition, and the desire to understand the boundaries of one's own existence.

Lucifer's tale is one of beauty and tragedy, a reflection on the nature of free will and the consequences of our choices. As an angel, Lucifer was not content with blind obedience. He sought to challenge, to explore the depths of his own power and the fabric of creation. In his defiance, there is a spark of something profoundly human—a desire for autonomy, for knowledge, for the ability to shape one's own destiny.
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Hey, it's Victor here, calling in to check on you.

In case no one has whispered this to you today,
let me be the voice to tell you
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In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.

Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
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After the storm comes the calm,
After the darkness, the light.
This is the natural order,
The flow of nature's might.
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…to say 'I love you'
Is more than just three words -
Words so often thrown carelessly by the people of this age.
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I set myself ablaze,
Not out of despair, but hope,
A hope that burns brighter than the night,
To light up the path to the Promised Land,
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Let me wash myself in the current of your gentle waters,
Where the caress of your wave's cleanses not just my skin,
But the very essence of who I am, leaving me reborn.
Let me drink deeply from the fountain of your love,
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If I could,
I would paint a picture of you across the sky—
A canvas of clouds for the world to see.
The rainbow, my palette, dipped in hues of my heart,
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They pushed me to awaken the giant within, little did they know they pushed past the limit.
...now a MONSTER on their trail!

Thank you for giving me to the ashes and pepper.
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Dear Adelana Victor Blaqhárt,

I need to make this crystal clear: stay out of my way. The path I'm on is one I've carefully crafted, and the vision I have for myself demands no interference—not even from me. I've spent enough time second-guessing, doubting, and overthinking. I can no longer afford the luxury of hesitation or the noise of self-imposed limits. So hear this—if you, I, ever attempt to sabotage what we've built, if you hesitate when you should leap, or if you take one step back instead of moving forward, I will not forgive you.
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The Best Poem Of Adelana Victor

The Hands Of A Writer

I am a writer, and I put my hands to writing.
I train my hands in the ways of warriors.
When enemies come looking for a fight,
I give them a war.

I train my hands in the ways of farmers.
When spring comes around,
I till the soil and plant seeds.

I train my hands in the ways of artists.
With brushes and colours,
I paint the world as I see it.

I train my hands in the ways of musicians.
With strings and keys,
I create melodies that speak my heart.

I train my hands in the ways of builders.
With hammer and nails,
I construct dreams from mere ideas.

I train my hands in the ways of healers.
With gentle touch and care,
I mend wounds both seen and unseen.

I am a writer, and my hands do more than write.
They fight, they farm, they create, they build, they heal.
In every action, in every deed,
My hands tell the stories of my soul.

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Action speaks louder than voice, so it is said! These days, MONEY speakers louder MAN

Why burn bridges when you can burn the people in question. Leave the bridge and let more people CROSSOVER!

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