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Resilience Reborn

Prompt: Therapist: “Please we don’t want to hurt you.”

Patient: (Remembering every horrid thing they’ve been through finally screaming) Hurt…hurt me?  You will never hurt me again!!!

 

In a therapist’s gentle room, a patient seeks solace,
A heart weighed down, burdened by pain’s endless chase.
The therapist, with tender care, implores with concern,
“Please, we don’t want to hurt you,” their words softly yearn.

But deep within the patient’s soul, a tempest does ignite,
Memories of horrors endured, piercing through the night.
Every wound, every torment, etched upon their mind,
A haunting reel of suffering, too cruel and unkind.

Then, in a moment of truth, the dam finally breaks,
A scream of defiance, a vow that no one forsakes.
“Hurt me? Hurt me?” the patient’s voice resounds,
A declaration born from strength, no longer bound.

For within their battle-hardened spirit, a fire ignites,
A flame of resilience, burning through darkest nights.
The therapist listens, witnessing their soul unfold,
Touched by the rawness, the story yet untold.

“You will never hurt me again!” echoes through the air,
A proclamation of triumph, breaking free from despair.
In those words, a rebirth, a reclamation of power,
A testament to the patient’s resilience, hour after hour.

And the therapist, understanding the depths of the plea,
Respects the journey, as only a guide can truly see.
Together they walk, hand in hand, through healing’s door,
Creating a haven where wounds find solace and restore.

In that sacred space, where vulnerability finds its due,
A poem of survival blooms, crafted by hearts anew.
A testament to the patient’s courage, to their unyielding might,
For within their wounded soul, a warrior takes flight.

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Twisted Desires Unveiled

In a realm where words form art’s embrace,
A dialogue dances, entwined with grace.
Two souls once entangled, now estranged,
Their voices echo in verses unchanged.

Ex-Boy: “I don’t want your heart,” he coldly cried,
A shard of bitterness concealed inside.
Ex-Girl’s eyes searched, her spirit aflame,
She questioned him softly, “Then, what’s your aim?”

Ex-Girl: “Tell me, what do you desire from me?”
A tremor in her voice, curious to see,
The truth that lurked in his twisted mind,
A story unraveled, secrets to find.

Ex-Boy: A wicked laugh escaped his lips,
A chilling sound, like shadows’ eclipse.
“What I want,” he sneered, dark intentions unfold,
“Is for you to suffer, just as I was once told.”

Ex-Girl: Bewildered, she pleaded, “Pray, explain,
The torment you seek, in this twisted game.”
Her heart still fragile, yet filled with might,
She yearned for answers, to fathom his plight.

Ex-Boy: “I want you,” he jeered, his laughter bitter,
“To crumble within, like shattered glimmer.
To be defiled mentally, by all things grim,
And watch your spirit wither, growing dim.”

Ex-Girl: Her eyes, resolute, met his haunting gaze,
She stood undeterred, amidst the murky haze.
“No longer your captive, no longer oppressed,
I choose strength and healing, to be my quest.”

Ex-Boy: His laughter faded, as her words found grace,
Her resilience a shield, in this sacred space.
Their connection severed, a tale now foregone,
She’d rise from ashes, like a phoenix at dawn.

In poetry’s realm, their dialogue resides,
A testament to wounds, love’s turbulent tides.
But she embraced strength, refusing to break,
And with each verse, her spirit would awake.

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Fleeting Echoes: A Melancholic Elegy

Inspiration from Vera Lynn’s “We’ll Meet Again”

 

We'll meet again, in memories' embrace,
Where cherished moments dwell, in time and space,
Though parted by fate, ans life's cruel demands,
In remembereance, we'll linger, holding hands.

Through tear-stained recollections, we'll find solace,
For in grief's embrace, we seek a fragile solstice,
But let not false hope sway, for truth must prevail,
As we navigate the depths of heartfelt travail.

We'll meet again, in whishpers of the wind,
As fleeting echoes of love, forever chagrined,
In each passing season, a reminder, bittersweet,
That time moves on, and hearts quietly retreat.

No promises of reunion, nor grand illusions,
But tender reflections, bound by life's conclusions,
For though we yearn for presence, that cannot be,
In our hearts, dear souls, forever you'll be.

So let us mourn with grace,, embrace the sorrow,
For in loss, we find strength to face the morrow,
In this elegy we scribe, withh words so true,
May our love endure, eternal and through.
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Battle ’til Hearts Cease

Prompt I wrote for the poem:

Overseer King Dracme: I don’t want your soul.

Soldiers: …Then what do you want from us?

Overseer King Dracme: For my gift…all I ask… is you all will do the one thing y’all are good at, the thing you’re only worth doing.

Soldiers: And what is that my liege?

Overseer King Dracme: (Menacing smile) Fight until you drop to your knees and your heart ceases to sing.

In a realm of shadows, dark and grim,
Stood soldiers still, their chances slim,
A chilling presence, King Dracme stood,
His gaze piercing, his intentions crude.

Soldiers dared to question their plight,
"What do you seek? Our souls to ignite?"
But the overseer, with a wicked grin,
Revealed his desire, a sinister spin.

"I don't want your souls," he coldly replied,
"For my gift to you, I ask with pride,
Do what you're good at, your purpose align,
Fight 'til your knees drop, hearts no longer entwined."

Silence hung heavy, like a spectral shroud,
Yet soldiers' spirits, they remained unbowed,
In verses of battle, their worth they'd embrace,
As they stepped forward, destiny to face.

Each word echoes, a battle cry,
As swords unsheathed, reaching for the sky,
The Overseer watch, his hearts delight,
As warriors clashed in the darkest night.

Their armor gleamed with a resolute gleam,
Bound by duty, fueled by a dream,
With every strike, they defied their plight.
Determined to fight, even in their last plight.

Through the haze of chaos, their spirits thrived,
Their hearts ablaze, refusing to be deprived,
They fought with valor, an unyielding flame,
For King Dracme's twisted, unholy claim.

As the battle raged on, the night grew deep,
Soldiers fought on, their souls to keep,
Their hearts sung a dirge, yet refused to succumb,
For the Overseer's demand, they had become numb.

In the end, when their strength had waned,
When victory seemed an illusion, unattained,
They knelt on the battlefield, with hearts resigned,
Their songs silenced, their purpose intertwined.

With a wicked smile, the Overseer beheld,
The soldiers broken, their fate now felled,
Their fight had ceased, their souls now bereft,
In the wake of the darkness, nothing was left.

Thus, a chilling tale of the soldiers' strife,
Bound to fight, to their very life,
For King Dracme, their tormentor, their liege,
They fought 'til their hearts no longer besiege.
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Telstra’s Resolve

“What are you doing? Why are you still holding…back?! Have you forgotten what they said to us? What they did? They think you’re a monster!! Prove them RIGHT!!!”

Telstra Spinx

In a moment of tempestuous plight,
Telstra’s powers flicker, a dormant might,
“What are you doing? Why hold back the flame?
Have you forgotten their words, their cruel game?

They label you a monster, an abhorrent sight,
But their ignorance blinds them from your true light.
Unleash the fury that dwells deep within,
Prove them right, let the storm begin!

For they know not the strength you possess,
The resilience within, the power to impress.
Rise, oh Telstra, embrace your might,
Unleash your essence, ignite the night!

No more shall their judgment chain you down,
No longer will you wear society’s frown.
With defiance as your guide, your spirit alight,
Prove them right, let your powers take flight!

Break the shackles, set your soul free,
Embrace the monster they claim you to be.
In your flames, their doubts shall ignite,
A testament to the power they failed to sight.

Oh Telstra, let their whispers fade,
Your destiny awaits, in darkness you wade.
Prove them right, let your strength unfurl,
For within your heart, an extraordinary world.”

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Fractured Facades: A Heart’s Desalinization

In shadows cast, a tale now weaves,
Of shattered hopes and love's decieves,
A girl, wounded, her heart betrayed,
By a promise she thought would never
fade.

She offered her affection, open and true,
But he denied her, a painful residue,
A promise made, to stay as friends,
Yet it brought torment that never mends.

Resentment brewed, a venomous brew,
Within her heart, emotions askew,
She spun a web of bitter disdain,
To hide her love, now drowned in pain.

Her words like daggers, sharp and cold,
Lies she whispered, her true thoughts
untold,
She painted him with shades of disdain,
A fragile heart seeking to shift blame.

In her dark corners, anger thrived,
Fanning the flames of loved deprived,
She despised his choice, his distant gaze,
Yet silently yearned for his loving embrace.

But as she weaved her intricate lies,
The truth within her slowly dies,
For deceit cannot quell a wounded soul,
Nor fill the void where love once stole.

In the depths of her despair and spite,
She found no solace, no respite,
For love denied and promises kept,
Left her shattered, alone, and bereft.

Oh, bitter fate, with its cruel game,
Where hearts collide and break in shame,
No happy ending shall grace this tale, 
Just echoes of love, doomed to fail.

So let her linger in her disdain,
A girl lost in love's cruel reign,
For sometimes pain has no release,
And bitter hearts find no lasting peace.
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Fearful Manifestation

In the depths of despair, where shadows dance,
A quote lingers, invoking a chilling trance,
“Fear will be your downfall, peasant,” it cries,
A bleak lamentation, as hope slowly dies.

Oh, hapless peasant, lost in fear’s cruel grip,
Your trembling soul, with anguish, starts to slip,
Like vultures circling, fear preys upon your mind,
Feeding on doubts, leaving scars undefined.

In the bleak abyss, where nightmares reside,
Whispers of terror grow, like a rising tide,
Fear’s bony fingers, upon your spirit they prey,
Dragging you down into an endless decay.

Each step you take, burdened by doubt’s chains,
Trapped in a labyrinth of agonizing pains,
The voice of reason drowned in fear’s wailing cries,
Your dreams crushed, beneath ominous skies.

Dark tendrils of despair, they smother your will,
Rendering you powerless, unable to fulfill,
Fear paints illusions, distorting every sight,
A desolate landscape where hope takes flight.

“Fear will be your downfall,” the chant echoes still,
A haunting reminder of your soul’s impending ill,
But amidst the shadows, a flicker of defiance gleams,
A glimmer of strength, born from shattered dreams.

For in the darkest nights, embers still ignite,
A beacon of resilience, burning ever bright,
Rise, oh weary peasant, from fear’s cold embrace,
Unleash the fire within, let it leave its trace.

Confront the specters that haunt your broken mind,
With eyes ablaze, the darkness you shall blind,
For fear’s dominion is but a feeble façade,
In your heart, a warrior, unyielding and unflawed.

Though fear may whisper, its words filled with dread,
Carry on, dear peasant, with courage as your thread,
And as you journey through the realms of despair,
Unleash your spirit, for it shall never wear.

Though fear may threaten to be your tragic fate,
Embrace the shadows, for they too shall abate,
For in the depths of darkness, resilience shall rise,
And fear, defeated, shall meet its own demise.

So let the bleakness of fear become your guide,
Through its chilling depths, let your strength preside,
For in the face of darkness, a glimmer of hope is sown,
And fear, your downfall, shall be overthrown.

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Embers of Wrath in a Kingdom’s Embrace

In a world of honor, where kings do reign,
And soldiers, brave, march with valor unfeigned,
Poets, they say, possess hearts so profound,
But I, in this chaos, my rage does resound.

Kings have honor, a virtue esteemed,
Their regal grace, like a beacon it gleams.
Soldiers possess bravery, fearless and bold,
In battles fought, their stories unfold.

But poets, oh poets, their hearts run deep,
With words they sow, emotions they reap.
Yet I, amidst these roles, stand apart,
For all I have is rage, consuming my heart.

A fire within, burning fierce and wild,
Untamed and unyielding, like a tempest defiled.
No honor, no bravery, no tender art,
Only rage, tearing me apart.

In this sea of virtues, I am adrift,
With no compass to guide, my soul does rift.
But perhaps within rage, there lies a power,
A fuel that burns, in every dark hour.

For rage can be a force, strong and true,
When channeled wisely, It breaks through.
Through trials and tribulations, I’ll find my way.
Harnessing the fury, a new path I’ll sway.

So let kings have honor, and soldiers their might,
Poets their hearts, embracing the light.
I’ll embrace my rage, for within it I’ll grow,
Transforming it into strength, a fierce and mighty glow.

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The Vanishing Spectrum

The color slowly drains from my eyes
As emotions overwhelm and paralyze
My heart beats faster, my breaths are short
The weight of feelings I can no longer support

The world around me turns to gray
As the hues of life slowly fade away
The vibrancy of the world now lost
As the heaviness of emotions becomes the cost

The sadness, the anger, the fear
Mix together, no longer clear
Blinding me, overwhelming me
Draining the colors, that once made me see

My eyes grow heavy with the weight
Of emotions that I can no longer escape
I want to scream, I want to cry
But my voice is silenced, as the colors die

The world becomes a canvas, blank and white
As the colors fade, taking away the light
The emotional overload, draining my sight
Until I’m left in darkness, without any fight.

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Blades, Dancers, and Killers

A poem from the “Nevernight series” by Jay Kristoff

Oh, hear my song of the deadly three
Whose fates intertwined, so fatefully
Mia, Ash, and Tric, a bond so true
A love so deep, forever renew

Mia, a blade, honed sharp and true
With vengeance as her driving clue
Ash, a dancer, with grace imbued
A heart of gold, pure and true

Tric, a killer, with secrets to keep
A heart of steel, buried deep
Their paths cross, their fates entwined
A bond forged, forever refined

Together they face the trials ahead
A world of darkness, filled with dread
Their bond of love, forever unbroken
In the face of danger, a bond awoken

Oh, deadly three, a bond so rare
With love and trust, beyond compare
Through fire and ice, they face each test
Their bond of love, forever blessed

So let us sing, this ode of three
Whose bond of love, forever free
Mia, Ash, and Tric, a deadly crew
A bond of love, forever true.

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