empowerment

Iris Stabber

Song quote: “Iris stabber with a glass, I’m collecting until the jar full” 1 pm tomorrow? by Zotiyac

With glass in hand, I pierce the iris,
A stab so sharp, a pain so timeless,
Emotions flow, a jar to fill,
Collecting until, it overfills.

A vessel of glass, to hold it all,
A treasure trove, of rises and falls,
The weight of it, a heavy load,
But I must collect, before it explodes.

My heart aches, my mind a mess,
Each shard of pain, I cannot suppress,
I gather them all, one by one,
Storing them away, until I am done.

The iris stabber, a tool I wield,
To hold my feelings, and never yield,
Until the jar is filled to the brim,
And I can finally breathe, and start again.

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The illusion of oneself

created: March 25, 2023, 19:26

He wore a straight face every single day,
A fortress of strength, so it would
seem,
But beneath the surface, his mind
was decay,
And his soul was lost in a hopeless
dream.

The world he lived in was dark and
cold,
And each day was a battle he couldn't 
win,
But he hid his pain, so no one would
behold,
The tears that flowed deep within.

He could see the beauty around,
Or the love that was offered so freely,
But all he could feel was the hurt that bound,
And the weight of his pain so deeply.

Until one day, he broke down his shell,
and the truth he could no longer deny,
That he needed help, and he wore a 
frown,
As he accepted his depression with a
sigh.
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Sting of the Σκορπιός

Oh, how the Scorpio is often
misunderstood,
Seen as a creature of the night, cold and
crude.
Their strength and passion, often
feared and denied,
Labeled as a venomous, dangerous
tide.

Like a phoenix, they rise from the 
ashes.
With an unbreakable sprit, that never
crashes.
A Scorpio is like a force of nature,
With a power that cannot be
measured.

But these labels, like shackles, bind them
tight,
Hiding the depths of their soul from
sight.
It's time to break these chains,
let them free, To be seen as whole, not just a sign
to be.

They are like the waves, strong and
fierce,
Crashing against the shore, with a power
that pierces.
Their emotions run deep, like the 
ocean floor,
But their heart beats with passion
worth exploring more.

So let us not judge them, by hearsay
alone,
for they are a mystery, with a tales yet 
to be shown.
Like a book, with many pages yet to
be read,
Let us give them a chance, to be seen
beyond the said.
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