@Blackgymmax poem

[BoredPrince]

In the gym where shadows flex and gleam,
@Blackgymmax pursues the dream.
Weights are lifted, mirrors stare,
Each rep a battle, each glance a dare.

A sculptor of form, with iron as clay,
Chasing the vision, come what may.
For in his world, the truth is stark—
Only the strong leave a lasting mark.

 

[Gengar]

Living up to your username, are we?

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

In the gym where shadows flex and gleam,
@Blackgymmax pursues the dream.
Weights are lifted, mirrors stare,
Each rep a battle, each glance a dare.

A sculptor of form, with iron as clay,
Chasing the vision, come what may.
For in his world, the truth is stark—
Only the strong leave a lasting mark.

You've outdone yourself. I read the poem, expecting unrelated "rhymes of convenience",

however, the poem was not empty, but rather, did indeed carry meaning. Excellent.

 

[BoredPrince]

Living up to your username, are we?

@Gengar roams through Dutch-lit skies,
A brown-skinned soul where the future lies.
Dropped from halls where lessons fade,
A path undone, yet still he wades.

In a mirror’s gaze, he sees the fight,
A world that judges by shallow sight.
But through the cracks of a broken plan,
A harder soul may shape the man.