inner struggles

Silent Solace: Crying as an Expression

quote: “Crying is just the way your eyes speak when your mouth can’t explain how broken your heart is.”

Tears gently fall, a silent stream,
When words fail to convey what the heart has seen,
Crying, a language of the eyes so deep,
Unveiling the pain, the wounds that we keep.

In the depths of sorrow, a heart left shattered,
When life's storms have battered and scattered,
The tears become whispers, a voice in disguise,
Expressing the anguish that words can't comprise.

For crying is a symphony, a soul's lament,
When grief runs deep, emotions unbent,
Each tear, a melody, a tale untold,
A language of pain, where secrets unfold.

In the realm of tears, the heart finds release,
A moment to heal, to find inner peace,
For when words fall short, emotions concealed,
Crying becomes the solace, the heart's truest shield.

Through tear-stained eyes, the truth finds its way,
In the unspoken sorrow, where pain holds sway,
When the world seems broken, the heart left scarred,
Crying becomes the bridge, where healing is marred.

So let the tears flow, let them gently speak,
For they carry the weight of the heart so weak,
In each drop, a story, a depth of despair,
Crying becomes the language, a heart's heartfelt prayer.

For when the mouth falters, unable to explain,
The eyes become poets, revealing the pain,
Crying becomes the solace, the heart's embrace,
A testament to strength, in vulnerability's grace.

So let the tears fall, let them freely flow,
For they hold the power, the heart's overflow,
Crying, a language of the soul's broken art,
Speaking volumes when the mouth can't impart.

In the symphony of tears, the heart finds release,
Through silent weeping, the brokenness finds peace,
For crying is just the way, the eyes' gentle plea,
When words fail to express the heart's agony.

 

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The Dual Nature of Presence

quote: “Love me or hate me, both are in my favor. If you love me, I’ll always be in your heart. If you hate me, I’ll always be in your mind.”

In the realm of hearts, a dichotomy resides,
Love and hate, two forces that collide,
Yet I, the enigma, find solace therein,
For both hold power, where my essence has been.

Love me, and I shall forever reside,
Deep within the chambers, where affections reside,
An imprint etched, a flame that won't depart,
In your heart's sanctuary, I'll forever start.

But hate me, and I'll linger, a haunting ghost,
In the corridors of your thoughts, I shall boast,
An unwelcome presence, a memory unkind,
Forever etched, within the recesses of your mind.

For in this paradox lies my strange grace,
A dual existence, in love and hate's embrace,
To be remembered, whether sweet or bitter,
A presence enduring, a lingering quiver.

Love and hate, two sides of passion's fire,
A testament to the depths of desire,
I am the mirror, reflecting your heart's choice,
Forever etched, in your inner voice.

So love me or hate me, both in my favor,
For I am the catalyst, the soul's brave savior,
In your heart or mind, my essence remains,
A lingering presence, as destiny ordains.

In this dance of emotions, love and disdain,
I find my place, where I shall forever remain,
For I am the enigma, in love's sweet art,
Forever entwined, in your mind and heart.

 

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Betwixt and Between

Quote: “And all of a sudden I’m stuck between wanting to wait for you and wanting to forget you. I don’t know which one is better so somehow I’m doing both at the same time.”

And all of a sudden, I'm caught betwixt,
Yearning to wait, but longing to forget,
A crossroads of desires, uncertain and wild,
In this paradoxical realm, I'm reconciled.

Should I wait, like a sentinel in time's embrace,
For the possibility of love's sweet grace?
Or should I cast away these thoughts of you,
Release the hold, bid a fond adieu?

Two opposing forces, entwined within me,
Yearning and detachment, in perfect harmony,
I find myself treading a path unknown,
Simultaneously waiting and letting go, sown.

A dance of contradictions, both fierce and tender,
Holding onto hope, yet surrendering its splendor,
In this intricate tapestry of heart's refrain,
I navigate the labyrinth, embracing the pain.

For waiting is a whisper, a melody of hope,
A flickering flame on a darkened slope,
While forgetting is an act of liberation,
A chance to heal, find self-restoration.

So I dwell in this liminal space of in-between,
Where longing and release converge, serene,
I embrace the ambiguity, the uncertainty,
Finding solace in this state of duality.

For in the depths of my yearning heart,
I discover strength, a transformative art,
To wait and forget, to hope and let go,
In this paradoxical dance, love's essence shall flow.

And as time weaves its threads of fate,
I hold onto patience, while relinquishing weight,
For the answers lie not in choosing one or another,
But in embracing both, transcending all bother.

So I shall wait for you, while forgetting too,
A symphony of contradictions, a love anew,
In this tender balance of desires untamed,
I find my peace, where heart and soul are reclaimed.
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Savoring Forbidden Whispers

In the realm of flavors, let our story begin,
Where food becomes a language, a sensual hymn.
Romance simmering in pots and pans,
As forbidden love ignites with tender hands.

In the kitchen’s embrace, secrets softly reside,
Whispered among spices, love’s secrets to confide.
Ingredients blend, like souls entwined,
A recipe for passion, clandestine and kind.

Lies, like garnishes, embellish the tale,
Layers of deceit, a flavor that prevails.
Sweet deceptions on a plate of desires,
Adding depth to the feast that love inspires.

Inner struggles simmer, like a slow-cooked stew,
Conflicting emotions, battling through.
A clash of longings, a tug-of-war within,
Seasoning the journey where forbidden love begins.

Melancholic undertones grace each bite,
A taste of longing, hidden from sight.
Bittersweet moments linger in the air,
As hearts wrestle with a love that’s unfair.

Let food be the canvas, the medium to express,
The essence of a love that’s both chaos and finesse.
Every morsel consumed, a secret rendezvous,
A forbidden banquet, known to just a few.

Through flavors and textures, emotions intertwine,
The sensuality of taste, a bridge through time.
Food becomes the vessel for their hidden vows,
A feast of passion, savored in silent vows.

And in this culinary tale, let love prevail,
Defying boundaries, like a forbidden tale.
For food, like love, transcends societal walls,
Uniting souls, where authenticity calls.

So let us feast on this poetic cuisine,
Where food and love entwine, a perfect dream.
A symphony of flavors, emotions intertwined,
A nourishment for the heart, eternally entwined.

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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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The Fatal Rule of Love

In life, there are rules we’re told to obey,
To keep us safe and out of harm’s way,
And among them is a harsh decree,
To show no love, or risk death’s key.

For love is a thing that softens the heart,
And makes us vulnerable, torn apart,
It opens us up to pain and despair,
And leaves us defenseless, stripped and bare.

So we’re told to be cold, to keep love at bay,
To guard ourselves in every single way,
To never let our guard down or give in,
For love is a weakness, a fatal sin.

But what of the beauty that love can bring,
The warmth it provides, the joy it can sing,
The way it connects us to others around,
And lifts us up when we’re feeling down?

Is it worth the risk to shut out love’s light,
To live in the darkness of eternal night,
To miss out on the moments that make life worth living,
And the happiness that love can bring, freely giving?

Perhaps we should reconsider this rule,
And instead embrace love as a powerful tool,
To connect us to others in a meaningful way,
And enrich our lives with each passing day.

For in the end, it’s love that gives life its meaning,
The joy and the laughter, the moments redeeming,
So let us show love, let our hearts be unfurled,
For love is the greatest gift in this world.

 

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The Double-Edged Curse

My personality, a blade of two sides,
An instrument of darkness, that never subsides,
With every pull, the wound it deepens,
The more I tug, the more my spirit weakens.

I try to sheath it, keep it confined,
But the blade emerges, a constant grind,
The more I push, the more it cuts,
And those around me, their blood it sucks.

I yearn to connect, to share my pain,
But the edges cut, leaving a bloody stain,
And those I care for, they feel the sorrow,
As I struggle with this blade, no tomorrow.

It’s a never-ending battle, a constant plight,
To keep the blade sheathed, away from the light,
To find a way to balance the scales,
And let my true self die, without leaving any trails.

For while the sword may bring harm,
It’s also a source of great alarm,
A curse, a burden, a darkness within,
A gift that I must learn to shun and win.

So I’ll keep on wielding, learning to cope,
With this double-edged sword, my only hope,
To find a way to let go of this pain,
And share my light, without leaving a stain.

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(Poem) Shadows of Disdain: A Tense Exchange between Teammates

In this world, divided by worth and use,
Two members of a team engage in dispute,
Ishnol, cold and emotionless in his views,
Believes Unela is worthless, without refute.

Unela, hurt and angry, stands her ground,
Years of working together now in question,
She thought they shared a mutual understanding,
But to Ishnol, she’s just a tool for selection.

The argument escalates, emotions flare,
Unela defends her skills and experience,
While Ishnol judges her without care,
She’s a liability, in his eyes, without coherence.

Unela refuses to give up on her dreams,
To quit the team and everything she’s worked for,
She sees her worth beyond her skill extremes,
And reminds Ishnol they’re not just tools, but more.

Ishnol, unmoved, warns of the danger ahead,
But Unela fights on, refusing to be swayed,
She challenges Ishnol’s views with a pointed thread,
And reminds him of the debt he’s yet to repay.

In the end, their argument unresolved,
The two teammates remain at odds,
One cold and unfeeling, the other resolved,
To prove her worth and fight for the cause.

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Siren’s Call

He knows that love can hurt, can leave him scarred,
Yet still he seeks that flame to light his way,
A fire bright that burns both hot and hard,
That draws him close, that makes him want to stay.

He knows the risks, the pain that he’ll endure,
The nights of tears, the days of constant strife,
But still he craves that feeling of allure,
The rush of passion that ignites his life.

He tries to fight it, but it’s just too strong,
The pull of toxic love that he can’t shake,
He knows it’s wrong, that it’s been too long,
But still he’s drawn to make that same mistake.

And so he walks with candle burning bright,
Though toxic love will lead him through the night.

 

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The Paradox of Control and Freedom

Ok, so this is a new thing I’m doing. a Three in 1 type post.

basically, it’s three poems on 1 post but It’s coming from the mind of one person at different points in their life.

 

  1. Trapped Will
    I am my own prisoner, trapped in this cage,
    No one can hear my cries of rage.
    I won’t be free, I won’t be brave,
    I’ll do what they want, even to my grave.

    You thought you had power over my life,
    That without your consent, I was a strife.
    But babe, you must understand my pain,
    No one can save me, I’m already slain.

    I’ll surrender my will, I’ll bow to your might,
    With fear and weakness, I’ll give up the fight.
    You can strap me down and silence my voice,
    Or leave me to suffer, I have no choice.

    For I am the slave of my own fate,
    My destiny lies in the hands of hate.
    So don’t try to save me, don’t even try,
    For I am the one who slowly dies.

  2. Unrestrained Freedom
    I am my own person, free and wild,
    No one can dictate the path of my life.
    I won’t be held back, I won’t be beguiled,
    I’ll do what I want, even with strife.

    You thought you could hold me with your reign,
    That without your permission, I’d be tamed.
    But babe, you must understand my domain,
    No one can control me, I won’t be shamed.

    I’ll take the reins, I’ll steer my own course,
    With courage and strength, I’ll show no remorse.
    You can strap in and join me for the ride,
    Or back down, cower, and hide.

    For I am the master of my own fate,
    My destiny lies in my hands to create.
    So don’t try to control me, don’t even try,
    For I am the one who soars high.

  3. The Dichotomy of Freedom and Enslavement
    I am the master of my own fate,
    But I am also trapped in a darkened state.
    No one can dictate the path of my life,
    Yet I am bound by chains of strife.

    You thought you could control me with your reign,
    But I am also a prisoner in this pain.
    Babe, you must understand my domain,
    I seek freedom, yet I’m enslaved.

    I’ll take the reins and steer my own course,
    Yet I am still a slave to a haunting force.
    With courage and strength, I’ll show no remorse,
    But inside, I’m broken, lost without a source.

    You can strap in and join me for the ride,
    But know that my soul is trapped inside.
    Or back down, cower, and hide,
    For I am the one who’s trapped, alone to abide.

    For I am the master and the slave of my own fate,
    My destiny lies in a twisted and tangled state.
    So don’t try to control me, nor try to save,
    For I am the one who’s lost, the one who’s enslaved.

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