Manipulation

Victim of DA-Gaslighting

23/10/16

 

Why are you trying to make me seem crazy,
With every word and gesture, sly and hazy?
You twist the truth and distort the facts,
In this gaslit world, I struggle to relax.

You undermine my thoughts, my feelings, my worth,
A victim of your gaslighting since my birth.
But I won't let your deceit define my fate,
I'll reclaim my truth and break free from this state.

I'll hold on to my sanity, thought you try to steal,
In this poem, my strength and resolve, I'll reveal.
No longer your pawn, I'll break these chains,
In the face of your lies, my spirit remains.

Through the webs of deceit, I tread the road,
In the shadows of Manipulation, my truth untold.
With every lie, a story unfolds,
In this gaslit world, my spirit, they'd behold.
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Verwickelte Saiten

Within the realm of manipulation's grasp,
The push & pull technique holds a clasp.
It starts with push, a deliberate shove,
Undermining your confidence, testing your 
love.

With calculated words & actions unkind,
They create a doubt & confusion in your
mind.
Criticism & disapproval become their art,
Weakening your spirit, tearing apart.

Then comes the pull, a strategic allure,
They shower you with affection, sweet &
pure.
With love & compliments, they draw you 
near,
Creating a sense of dependency,
fueling your fear.

The push & pull, a dance of control,
Leaving you vulnerable, lost in their role.
They make you believe they hold the key,
To happiness, validation, & feeling free.

The outcome of this manipulative game,
Is a power imbalance, a life filled with 
shame.
You become reliant on their whims & 
desires,
Trapped in a cycle, their puppet on
wires.

Your self-esteem crumbles, your identity
fades,
As you're pulled closer, entangled in their 
charades.
They exploit your emotions, your need to be
loved,
Leaving you empty, like a wounded
dove.
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Mirrored Deception

23/7/25

In the realm of manipulation's artful guise, 
Resides a tactic where deceit does arise.
The Mirror Effect, a cunning masquerade, 
A manipulator's game so skillfully played.

They study you closely, observe with keen eye, 
To mimic your manner, to imitate your why.
Reflections they become, your traits they acquire,
Crafting a mirrored image, stoking desire.

With practiced precision, they mirror your grace, 
Adapting their gestures, your essence they embrace.
Their words echo yours, your beliefs they align,
Creating an illusion, a connection so fine.

But behind the facade, there lies a disguise, 
A web of deceit, spun with calculated lies.
They seek to control, to mold your will,
Using your own reflection, their purpose to fulfill.

Beware the mirrored tricks, the artful deceit, 
For beneath their reflection, motives may retreat.
Hold on to your truth, your individuality,
Don't let their mirrored web ensnare your reality.

In the face of the mirror, stay vigilant and strong, 
Know your own worth, where you truly belong.
Break free from their grasp, reclaim your own voice, 
And shatter the illusion, make your own choice.

For the Mirror Effect may try to misguide, 
But authenticity and self-awareness will be your guide.
Stay true to yourself, let your light shine bright, 
And escape the clutches of their mirrored night.
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Deceptive Embrace: Unmasking Love Bombing

23/7/20

In a realm of deceit, where shadows dance, 
There lies a tactic, a cruel romance.
Love bombing, it's called, a manipulative art,
A toxic allure, a deceitful sweetheart.

With honeyed words and gestures grand, 
They sweep you up in their cunning plan.
Like a whirlwind of affection, they draw you near, 
But beware, my friend, for danger lurks here.

They shower you with praise, a captivating spell,
Their affection overwhelms, like a sweet-scented swell.
They whisper promises, make you feel adored, 
But beneath the surface, a trap is carefully stored.

Love bombing, a facade, a twisted embrace, 
Designed to bind you in a tight, suffocating space.
Their affections, like petals, wilt and fade, 
Leaving you broken, vulnerable, betrayed.

Their love is a weapon, a manipulative game, 
To control your thoughts, your actions, your name.
They prey on your vulnerabilities, exploit your desire,
Leaving you lost, consumed by the fire.

But listen, dear heart, do not be swayed,
For love should be gentle, not a game to be played.
Recognize the signs, the false promises they bring, 
And break free from the chains of their insidious string

Hold onto your worth, your strength, and your voice, 
Don't let their love bombing drown out your choice.
In the face of their tactics, stand tall and strong, 
For true love is patient, it would never steer you wrong.

So, shield your heart, be cautious, be wise,
Don't let love bombing cloud your clear skies.
Find love that's authentic, built on trust and respect, 
And let manipulative tactics be forever in retrospect.
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Isopraxism

23/7/16

 

In a realm where knowledge weaves its threads, 
Instructor Lumen to Vunar Lexos gently treads,
Teaching the art of manipulation's finesse,
A subtle dance where truth may acquiesce.

A whisper shared, a secret to unveil,
To make others divulge, their words prevail,
With isopraxism's cunning guise,
Inquirer's guise, truth shall arise.

"If you want to know secrets concealed,
Listen closely, let your senses yield,
Repeat their words with inquisitive grace,
Inquire anew, in this art embrace."

For in the echo of a sentence rephrased, 
Like a question's allure, subtly raised,
The listener unknowingly reveals,
Information concealed, like secrets unsealed.

Through linguistic dance, minds intertwine,
As Lumen's wisdom unravels the design, 
Isopraxism, the unspoken key,
Unveils the truth, sets the deceiver free.

So let us learn, in this intriguing sphere, 
To manipulate gently, without undue fear, 
For knowledge and power entwined in art, 
Can shape a destiny, in every heart.
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Charm’s Manipulative Dance

23/6/23
In golden words she weaves her tale, 
A charming guise, a captivating veil.
"I'm pretty and smart," her lips declare,
While her eyes gleam with a knowing stare.

With cunning grace, she dances the game,
A master of manipulation, her aims untamed.
Her smile, a weapon, disarms with ease,
As she weaves her web of sweet deceit.

But behind that smile, a darkness resides, 
A heart detached, where empathy hides.
Her words, like whispers, they beguile,
Yet truth eludes her calculating guile.

Beneath the surface, a dismissive air,
She dances with power, devoid of care.
Her laughter, a mask, conceals her intent,
Leaving others to wonder where loyalty went.
For those who trust, her presence divine,
Yet beware the allure of her beguiling design.
Her charm, a façade, a fleeting ruse,
Leaving hearts shattered, and souls confused.

Oh, pretty and smart, she claims to be,
But her actions speak louder, for all to see.
A puppeteer of emotions, she plays her part,
Leaving behind a trail of broken hearts.

So be wary, dear souls, of her captivating spell,
For beneath her beauty lies a tale to tell.
In her realm of manipulation, she may reign, 
But true connection, she can never attain.
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Court Ruling

Prompt: Court Ruling

Prompt Conversation:

Keeta: Forget the trial. We should just execute them.

Isa: No!! I want to hear them make their case. I want them to think of what we might do to them. Because I want to do something worse.


In the realm of justice, passions ignite,
Where minds clash and shadows take their 
flight.
Keeta cries for swift execution's might,
While Isa yearns for a tale in the court's 
light.

"Forgo the trial," Keeta boldly declares,
Impatient, seeking justice unawares.
"Let's cast aside their pleas, their feeble 
claims,
And render retribution without refrains."

But Isa's heart, in darkness, takes its stand,
A deeper purpose she holds in her hand.
"I yearn to hear them speak, to bear their 
plea,
For justice lies in knowing what they see."

"I want them to think of what we might do,
To ponder their fate, their actions undue.
For in their fears, they'll feel our wrath take 
flight,
A punishment surpassing darkest night."

The court convenes, the stage set for the 
fray,
A symphony of justice in disarray.
Defendant and accuser face each other,
As the echoes of their sins start to smother.

The accused, with trembling voices, 
commence,
Their pleas for mercy mingling with 
suspense.
They recount their tale, a dance of despair,
Hoping for clemency, a chance to repair.

Keeta's eyes blaze with anger and disdain,
Each word fueling her desire to maim.
But Isa's gaze holds secrets, unseen power,
Her thirst for vengeance, growing by the 
hour.

The evidence laid bare, the arguments 
tossed,
The court must decide, no matter the cost.
Keeta, consumed by fury, pleads her case,
While Isa, silent, wears a stoic face.

The judges deliberate, the hour draws near,
And the weight of their verdict, full of fear.
Keeta dreams of bloodshed, swift and 
severe,
While Isa's vengeance whispers, crystal 
clear.

The ruling is rendered, justice's decree,
A balance of mercy and cruelty we see.
Keeta, disappointed, her anger unmet,
While Isa's vengeance deepens, a darker 
threat.

In the realm of justice, passions collide,
And the echoes of punishment still reside.
Keeta and Isa, forever entwined,
A testament to the complexity of the mind.

For in their hearts, a longing to find peace,
But divergent paths dictate their release.
And as the court adjourns, their souls 
entwist,
A testament to justice's delicate twist.


 

			

	
					

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Guilt VS. Denial

	

	

		
	

		

		
Prompt: Denying Guilt


Purpose: Bleak


Prompt convo:
Xalu, God Of Hatred: Do you blame yourself?
Namos: What?
Xalu, God Of Hatred: Well, it's quite common in this situation for a person to feel some type of...Guilt.
Namos: What situation?
Xalu, God Of Hatred: The accident.




In shadows deep, where hatred resides,

Xalu, the God, with words he chides.

“Do you blame yourself?” he asks with glee,

As guilt’s heavy cloak engulfs me.


“What situation?” I question, confused,

His gaze, piercing and keen, I’m accused.

“The accident,” he whispers with spite,

A moment, a tragedy, lost in the night.


But I, with steadfast resolve, deny,

Unaware of his accusations awry.

“No accidents caused, no pain I’ve dealt,

Guilt’s burden upon me, I’ve never felt.”


Denial, my shield, he scoffs and sneers,

For guilt, he claims, brings despair and tears.

Yet I stand firm, innocence proclaimed,

No evidence shown, no truth defamed.


Innocent or guilty, truth I seek,

A mere pawn in his game, I won’t be meek.

Baseless accusations, I won’t abide,

Manipulation’s grasp, I’ll cast aside.


For guilt, unfounded, can’t break my soul,

I won’t succumb, I’ll remain whole.

Righteousness and truth shall guide my way,

Through darkness, I’ll find the light’s pure ray.


Xalu laughs, dark laughter echoes loud,

But I won’t bow beneath his shroud.

Guilt’s weight, I refuse to bear,

A burden unjust, I’ll never wear.


In pursuit of truth, my spirit shall rise,

Redemption and growth before my eyes.

Guilt’s grasp, I’ll resist with unwavering strength,

Embracing hope, embracing its length.


So, Xalu, your words shall not deceive,

In bleakness, my spirit won’t believe.

For I choose to embrace a different song,

Where resilience and truth shall make me strong.


 

			

	
					

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