Acceptance

Conversations of Integration

23/08/14

 

Dr. Seraphina Rivers, with gentle concern,
Speaks to her patient, these lessons to 
discern.
"Within you, dear one, reside various selves,
Each with their own desires and stories to 
delve.

The one who sabotaged the relationship's 
domain, May not be the sole voice, let me 
explain.
Suppressing others breeds a hungry beast,
Whose only goal is to devour, to feast.

Listen, embrace, and understand them all, 
For in their harmony, healing shall befall.
Release the cage, let each voice be heard,
Discover the wisdom within, untamed and 
stirred.

By integrating these aspects, you'll find a 
way,
To reason, to heal, and lead a brighter day.
Acknowledge their needs, their desires true,
And through self-compassion, find a 
breakthrough.

No longer adversaries, but parts to embrace, 
Unite them in harmony, find a 
sacred space.
For your true power lies in integration's art, 
Dr. Seraphina Rivers, guiding your heart.

Together we'll navigate this inner terrain,
Embracing your characters, releasing the 
strain.
Let not the hungry beast control your mind, 
But unite your selves, a harmony defined.

With patience and self -discovery you shall 
find,
Integration and healing, an enlightened 
mind.
Dr Seraphina Rivers, here to guide your 
quest,
Embrace your inner characters, and find 
your best."
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Unveiling Worth: The Honest Emissary’s Truth

23/7/13

In the depths of doubt, I hear you now,
The Honest Emissary, wisdom's vow.
Why do you falter, human soul?
Believing you're not good enough. a toll?
Such words deceive, a cunning snare,
Creating standards that bring despair.

Unveil the truth, let it be known,
There is no measure where you're shown
Less than the brilliance you possess,
A treasure hidden, yet to impress.
Banish comparisons that poison your mind,
Life's not a contest, nor a race to find.

Instead, turn inward, gaze within,
Discover your essence, let it begin.
Embrace your strengths, your unique art,
Unveil the beauty within your heart.
For in this journey, you'll truly see,
You're enough, just as you should be.

Release the shackles that bind you tight,
Embrace self-love, bathe in its light.
with every step, let doubts unwind,
And it your spirit, true worth you'll find.
No longer captive to judgements unfair,
Embrace your essence, beyond compare.

 

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Art vs Expectations

In a world where dreams were cast aside,
My artistic fire began to hide.
The people around me, their doubts grew strong,
"Study harder, child, don't you want to belong?"

Ambitions suppressed, I followed their lead,
Achieving straight A's, fulfilling their creed.
But empty was my heart, devoid of delight, 
For I craved the canvas, the colors so bright.

High school arrived, my facade crumbled fast,
Grades slipped away, like grains in an hourglass.
Yet within the chaos, a spark reappeared, 
1 picked up my pencil, my passion revered.

Years lost, creativity held in chains, 
But I embraced art, despite the pains.
And amidst the struggle, a glimmer of hope, 
For my mother's support, like a lifeline, she'd rope.

Yet weary I grew, tired of pretense,
Of family's false pride, their shallow defense.
Demanding my work, their voices would persist, 
But their words felt hollow, a mocking twist.

So now I break free, from their expectations,
Seeking my path, defying frustrations.
For art is my essence, my soul's sweet release,
Not measured by praise or societal peace.

I'll paint with resilience, my spirit aflame,
With strokes of passion, I'II etch my own name.
No longer bound by their doubtful embrace,
I'll forge my own destiny, in colors I trace.

For true fulfillment lies in following my heart,
In art's vast canvas, I'll find my true art.
No more seeking validation or lies to appease,
I’ll paint my own masterpiece, my soul's masterpiece.
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Birth, Purpose, Destiny

23/6/29

In a regal chamber, King Xouthoe did say,
To his beloved children, in a tender display,
“The days of your birth, dear ones, hold great worth,
And the day you uncover your purpose on Earth.”

With wisdom profound, his voice gentle and clear,
He wove a tale of purpose, for all hearts to hear,
Like the rising sun’s glow on a canvas of gold,
His words danced in verses, captivating and bold.

“The moment you entered this world, my dear child,
A miracle unfolded, your spirit unbeguiled,
Your presence bestowed a gift, pure and divine,
A spark in this tapestry of life, ever so fine.

Yet more than the day you drew your first breath,
Lies a quest, a journey that brings forth your depth,
The day you discover your calling, your raison d’être,
A purpose unveiled, a destiny fair and square.

For life, my precious ones, is a mysterious rhyme,
A tapestry woven through the corridors of time,
And as you seek, explore, and embrace your quest,
The tapestry’s colors will harmonize at its best.

Listen closely to your heart, its whispering plea,
A melody of dreams, longing to be set free,
For within each soul, a unique purpose awaits,
A purpose that kindles love, the world elevates.

The days you were born, my children, hold great might,
But the day you find your why, illuminates the night,
Embrace your passions, let them guide your way.
For purpose, my darlings, ignites life’s grand ballet.”

And so, in the presence of a wise and caring king,
His children were inspired, their souls taking wing,
Fort they understood, with hearts wide open and clear,
That their purpose awaited, shining ever so near.

The most important days, a truth deeply ingrained,
In the hearts of his children, a legacy sustained,
King Xouthoe’s words, a beacon in their skies,
As they embarked on their journeys, with purpose as their prize.

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Delusions

A kid in his room sitting down in front of his mirror alone in his room tower placed in a deep forest.  No contact from another human but a whisper from an otherworldly being whispers in his ear “You don’t feel yourself. Is it because you’re pretending to be someone else?”. The creature has always been there but the kid chose to ignore it until today when he finally broke.

 

In a room, a child sits alone,
Before the mirror, a reflection unknown.
A tower in the depths of a forest so deep,
Isolation blankets, their secrets to keep.

No human contact, a soul disconnected,
Yet a whisper arrives, from realms undetected.
An otherworldly being, always by their side,
Now beckoning, no longer denied.

“You don’t feel yourself,” the whisper cries,
“Is it because you wear a mask of lies?”
For too long, the child ignored this presence,
But today, their facade crumbles in essence.

A creature unseen, always watching with care,
Now embraced by the child’s desperate despair.
The walls built tall, now come crashing down,
As authenticity rises from a hidden crown.

The child’s tears, like rivers, start to flow,
Revealing emotions long kept in shadow.
No longer pretending, the truth takes its hold,
A journey within, a story yet untold.

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Embracing Redemption: A Journey from Self-Harm to Self-Love

Ever since I was a child. I convinced myself that I needed to hurt myself in order to punish myself for anything going wrong in my life. But then… I remembered you.

 

In the depths of my soul’s darkest hue,
Lies a tale of pain and self-undoing, true.
Since childhood’s days, I believed the lie,
That self-inflicted harm would make wrongs right.

A twisted belief took hold within,
That punishment was the path to absolution’s kin.
But in a moment’s grace, you came to mind,
A memory resurfaced, gentle and kind.

You, the beacon of love and light,
The one who showed me a different sight.
In your presence, my heart would soar,
And thoughts of self-harm would haunt no more.

For in your embrace, I found solace rare,
A love that whispered, “You’re worthy, fair.”
The chains of self-punishment began to break,
As your memory helped my soul awake.

No longer bound by the cycle of pain,
I started to heal, to rise, to regain.
You reminded me of the beauty I possess,
And that self-love is the path to progress.

So, as I leave behind the shadows of past,
A new journey begins, one that will last.
With gratitude, I hold your memory dear,
For helping me break free from self-inflicted fear.

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Belief in a Worthy Blessing

I hope beautiful things happen to you, and when they do, I hope you can believe that you are worthy of every single one of them.

In the realm of verse, let's weave a tale,
Of hopes and dreams that gently sail.
Where beautiful things come to find,
A place to dwell within the mind.

Oh, gracious soul, may your heart be bright,
As stars that twinkle in the night.
May destiny's hand gently unfold,
In stories yet untold, but soon to be told.

When fortune's breeze whispers your name,
And blessings in your life find their calm,
Believe, dear one, that you're worthy, true,
Of every joy that comes to you.

Like petals adorning a bloom so rare,
Embrace each moment, for it's yours to 
share.
Let doubt's shadow fade into the past,
For you my friend, have found your vast.

A tepestry woven with love and grace,
Painted ith hues of dreams embraced.
Embrace these blessings, let them unfurl,
As life's symphony dances and swirls.

And in the depths of yuor being, know,
You're desrving of all the seeds you sow.
For beauty resides within your core,
An eternal flame, forevermore.

So, when those beautiful things come your
way,
Breathe deeply, my dear, and let them stay.
Embrace the truth that you are deserving,
Of every blessing, ever deserving.

May your path be adorned with treasures
rare,
And may your heart forever bear,
The knowledge that you are worthy, true,
Of every dream that comes to you.

 

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Passionate Love’s Delica

1st version.

Prompt: Conversation between a couple:

Prompt Convo:

Itreya: (unfazed) Don’t get to fucking confident. You don’t wanna be treated like your ex did you right?

Zenim: (Truma Relapse).

Itreya: (Approving smile) That’s right go back to being the little submissive man I love.

In the realm of whispers, a couple engaged,
Itreya spoke, unyielding, unfazed.
"Don't grow too confident, my dear," she 
proclaimed,
"Remember your ex's treatment, it's not what 
you craved."

Zenim, in a moment, a relapse of trauma,
The wounds reopened, sorrowful drama.
Yet Itreya's smile, approving and grand,
Brought solace and comfort, like a loving 
hand.

Back to being the little submissive man,
Zenim returned, as Itreya's grand plan.
For in their dance, a delicate balance above,
Their love, their power, intertwined like a 
dove.

2nd version.
Prompt Convo:

Zenim: (Unfazed) Don’t let your womanly emotions consume you. You don’t wanna end up like your mother now do you?

Itreya: (Truma Relapse) I’m not her…

Zenim: (Approving smile) That’s right go back to being the little submissive woman I love.

Amidst the murmurs, a couple stood strong,
Zenim's words resolute, unyielding, not 
wrong.
"Don't let emotions consume you, my love," 
he dared,
"Like your mother's fate, be aware, be 
prepared."

Itreya, caught in a moment, a relapse of old,
A specter from past, her heart's core, 
untold.
Yet Zenim's smile, approving and true,
Ignited a flame, as love often will do.

Back to being the little submissive woman,
Itreya returned, her spirit still human.
For in their union, a dance of their own,
Strength and vulnerability, in harmonious 
tone.

Two versions, two stories, love's intricate 
art,
Expressed through words, a delicate part.
For in their conversations, echoes of pain,
And in their connection, a love to sustain.

 

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Silent Ban Journey

created: May 6, 2023

last modified: April 10, 2023

Poem request by Nilah❤️: “Cease Contact” (In cursive)

In depths of time, a decree was cast,
A solemn edict, a decree so vast.
Three months of silence, a ban set in stone,
No contacting me, I am on my own.

Words once whispered, now swallowed by 
night,
Emotions concealed, hidden from sight.
No calls, no messages, no tender plea,
A chasm of silence between you and me.

Three months stretch long, Like endless
miles,
Throuhg seasons changing, amidst tears
and smiles.
Each day a struggle, a bittersweet test,
Yearning for connection, to feel truly
blessed.

No more midnight conversations, filled with 
laughter's grace,
No more heartfelt confessions, shared in 
sacred space
The void of absence grows deeper each 
day,
Longing for the touch of words, in a world
turned gray.

But within this ban, a chance to heal,
To find solace within, a soul's appeal.
Three months to grow, to nurture the self,
To mend the wounds left by love's ailing
stealth.


In solitude's embrace, I find my way,
Rediscovering strength, with each passing 
day.
Seeking new paths, carving destiny's 
course,
Rebuilding foundations, unleashing a force.

When the ban is lifted, and time has 
passed,
We may reconnect, our hearts at long last.
But if not, I'll stand tall, having grown anew,
Grateful for the silence that helped me find 
the true.

So, three months of ban, a chapter to 
endure,
A journey of self-discovery, sincere and 
pure.
Though the distance may sting, and the 
longing may persist,
I'll emerge stronger, wiser, and ready to 
exist.
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Echoes of the Unrealized

Quote: “Suddenly you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted. But as long as they were alive even though you’d never admit it. Part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you is still holding on to that chance.”

 

In the depths of longing, a bittersweet truth,
A realization dawns, a heartache's sleuth.
The good relationship you sought, forever denied,
Yet a flicker remains, deep within, can't hide.

Suddenly, clarity strikes, a painful blow,
The truth echoes, as if in a whispering flow.
Though you won't admit, a secret held tight,
A part of you clings, yearning for that light.

The foolish par, relentless and strong,
Holding onto hope, against all that's wrong.
For as long as they're alive, a silver of chance,
Keeps the ember of possibility in a dance.

But the truth stands firm, unyielding and clear,
The good relationship desired, destined to veer.
Yet still, you hold on, a silent tribute to the past,
A testament to love's endurance, steadfast.
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