In a tale of heartbreak, a story unfolds,
Where love was los, and pain took its
goddamn toll.
They fucking left in search of greener
pastures afar,
But found no solace, no guiding star.
Their return, not born from a fucking
affectionate embrace, but from a void
Wherever they fucking wandered, none
cared to lend an ear, And so, they sought
solace, drawing fucking near.
Yet, let not your goddamn heart be swayed
by their return, for their motives lie in the
lessons they did goddamn learn.
When they come knocking, Seeking solace's
goddamn clout,
Shut them the fuck out, for your heart
deserves no goddamn doubt.
Remember, dear soul, the strength that
resides, The resilience that within you
presides.
For you, the one who cared when no one did,
Hold your goddamn ground, let their
absence fucking forbid.
Embrace the truth, let wisdom be your
fuckin guide,
In this tale of love's unraveling goddamn
tide.
For their return, a fleeting moment it shall
be,
Shut them the fuck out, set your own
goddamn spirit free.
Poem Gallery
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."
Healing Unlearns Limiting Patterns
23/08/11
"Welcome, dear soul. to my healing
embrace,
I'm Dr. Seraphina Rivers, here to guide your
pace.
In this sacred space, where growth shall
ignite,
Know that healing's wedded to unlearning's
might.
Together, we'll journey through the depths
untold, Releasing old patterns that hindered
your soul.
for healing blooms when old beliefs are set
free, Unlearning's sweet symphony, guiding
you to be.
Within shadows we dwell, wounds left
unseen, But fear not, for here, we'll nurture
your dreams.
With tender care, we'll unmask what's
concealed,
Unlearning layers that no longer serve,
but yield.
Embrace the discomfort, for therein lies your key, To unlock the shackles and set your spirit free. Healing intertwines with unlearning's grand show, As we unravel the layers, true growth shall bestow. Trust this process, dear patient, as we navigate, Unraveling old stories, rewriting your fate. Dr. Seraphina Rivers, your ally and guide, Empowering you to unlearn, heal, and abide. Let us walk hand in hand, embracing the unknown, A Through unlearning's dance, your strength will be shown. For healing's foundation is unlearning's sweet start, Dr. Seraphina Rivers, committed to your heart. Together, we'll weave a tapestry anew, Unraveling the old, embracing what's true. Healing married to unlearning, let it be known, Dr. Seraphina Rivers, your companion on this journey flown."
Le Lien Tordu de Dévotion
In the shadows, where darkness thrives, A twisted devotion cunningly contrives. A manipulative dance of false affection, A masquerade of love's cruel deception. They offer devotion, like a radiant light, Their words enchanting, their gestures bright. With honeyed promises and fervent desire, They stoke the flames of an inner fire. But beware the depths of their twisted devotion, For it's built on lies and hidden emotion. They feign a love so pure, so deep, Yet their intentions are far from what they keep. They pull you close with tender embrace, Whispering sweet nothings, weaving their space. But their devotion is a web of control, Designed to bind and take a toll. In moments of affection, they hold you tight, But darkness lurks beneath their gleaming light. They manipulate emotions, your heart they seize, As you yearn for their love, longing to appease. Yet their devotion is a poisoned fruit, A facade that hides their deceptive pursuit. They wield it as a weapon, a cunning guise, To keep you captive, under their lies.
Sacrificio de héroes
Version 2
Vekir, Guardian of Lamos, felt an eerie shift, This hero, no longer the noble spirit he once knew. Kneeling, she raised an ancient blade with a sinister lift, A blade obtained through sacrifice, darkness imbued. Her head lifted, revealing a visage stained with red, Tears of sorrow mingled with blood upon her chin. Vekir's voice filled with dread, "You've changed," he whispered, "What have you done?" But before his eyes, her resolve took form, The hero, consumed by a darkness unknown. As Vekir reached for the blade, a deadly storm, She stood tall, offering herself as a sacrifice, all alone. The room trembled with a dreadful hush, As she willingly embraced the blade's consuming maw. Her essence consumed, her spirit turned to dust, From the depths of Lamos, a demon did draw. El sacrificio de los ecos, she emerged, A demon born of sacrifice and pain. Her eyes glowed with a malevolent urge, A haunting echo of the hero that once did remain. Vekir, gripped by a twisted desire, Witnessed the transformation, his heart filled with dread. As the demon before him burned like a funeral pyre, The hero lost, consumed by the blade's dread. In the realm of Lamos, darkness reigned supreme, El sacrificio de los ecos, a demon born from tragedy. Vekir's quest for power, a wretched dream, For now, he faced a twisted manifestation of his apathy.
Sacrificio burlado
Version 1
In the realm of Lamos, where shadows
creep,
Vekir, the Guardian, was awakened from
sleep.
He gazed upon the hero, with a mocking
stare,
For something amiss, a burden she did
bear.
"Wait," said Vekir, his voice dripping disdain,
"Something's different, your demeanor
is not the same.
No longer noble, no longer pure,
What have you done, dear hero, to ensure
That ancient blade clutched tight within
your grasp,
A prize obtained by sacrifice, a deadly
clasp?"
He sneered at her, his eyes gleaming with
scorn,
As her tears mixed with blood, a forlorn
mourn.
Kneeling there, one knee pressed against
the stone,
Her heart weighed heavy, with sacrifice
unknown.
"Oh, how brave you are, a blade so rare,
Obtained by shedding blood, a life you dare.
Tell me, hero, who did you forsake,
To wield that weapon, your soul a stake?
A loved one, perhaps, once close and dear,
Their life extinguished, their memory
seared?"
The hero trembled, her voice but a whisper,
"Vekir, Guardian of Lamos, my heart's
blister,
I gave up someone, someone I hold dear,
Their sacrifice fuels this blade of fear.
You mock my pain, my burden so deep,
But know this, Vekir, even shadows weep."
Vekir laughed, a wicked sound in the air,
Mocking her anguish, reveling in dispair.
"Shadows weep? How quaint, a feeble plea,
A blade stained with blood, a heart torn
apart,
Your noble facade crumbling, a broken art."
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.
Longing for the Void
In the depths of silence, a Longing Burns, To Embrace the void, where Anger Churns, Where shadows Dance, and echoes Fade, Alone with myself, In A Rage Unswayed. In this realm of emptiness, I find release, No masks to wear, no pretense, no peace, Just the raw essence of fury untamed, A solitary soul, with anger inflamed. No judgment here, no prying eyes, No need to hide the seething cries, In the void, I'm free to just be, To vent, to roar, to set myself free. No need to conform to the world's design, In the silence, rage and truth align, To unleash the depths of my soul's disdain, To find the strength to embrace the pain. I long for the void, where time suspends, No distractions, no ties, no amends, In the stillness, my heart finds its song, A symphony of solitude, angry and strong. To wander unbound through vast cosmic dust, In the solitude, I learn to trust, To face myself, my wrath, my tears, To embrace the rage without any fears. No one around to judge or compare, In the void, I'm free from the world's cold stare, I'll seek solace there, where stars shine bright, And unleash the fury, both day and night. For in the void, I find my truest me, Unburdened, unbound, unfettered, and free, A dance of rage, a solitary thrust, In the boundless void, I find my trust.
Tranquil Transition
Created: 23/7/23 @ 17:24
As a man, I cherish moments calm,
A respite from the bustling race, When
entering a place, a healing balm,
To ease the mind, find inner space.
Confronted conversations, swift and bold,
They weigh upon my waking state, To be
informed of tasks I'm told,
Can fuel the fires of inner debate.
Criticism's sting, a bitter blow,
Especially when the day's begun,
Yet in the void, I find a flow,
A chance to breathe, to be undone.
Returning home from toil and strain,
I seek the solace of garage stairs, In the "void," a
realm without refrain,
A sanctuary from worldly cares.
Minutes spent in tranquil though,
A bridge between worlds, a sacred rite,
From work's domain to peace I'm brought,
As the sun surrenders to the night.
In this transition, I find release,
The gentle pause before I enter, From noise
to calm, my mind's at peace, The "void" a
buffer, a mental center.
Let this cherished ritual endure,
A sacred space to call my own,
A moment's grace to feel secure,
Before life's currents are full-blown.
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.