Reflection

Embracing Redemption: A Journey from Self-Harm to Self-Love

Ever since I was a child. I convinced myself that I needed to hurt myself in order to punish myself for anything going wrong in my life. But then… I remembered you.

 

In the depths of my soul’s darkest hue,
Lies a tale of pain and self-undoing, true.
Since childhood’s days, I believed the lie,
That self-inflicted harm would make wrongs right.

A twisted belief took hold within,
That punishment was the path to absolution’s kin.
But in a moment’s grace, you came to mind,
A memory resurfaced, gentle and kind.

You, the beacon of love and light,
The one who showed me a different sight.
In your presence, my heart would soar,
And thoughts of self-harm would haunt no more.

For in your embrace, I found solace rare,
A love that whispered, “You’re worthy, fair.”
The chains of self-punishment began to break,
As your memory helped my soul awake.

No longer bound by the cycle of pain,
I started to heal, to rise, to regain.
You reminded me of the beauty I possess,
And that self-love is the path to progress.

So, as I leave behind the shadows of past,
A new journey begins, one that will last.
With gratitude, I hold your memory dear,
For helping me break free from self-inflicted fear.

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Belief in a Worthy Blessing

I hope beautiful things happen to you, and when they do, I hope you can believe that you are worthy of every single one of them.

In the realm of verse, let's weave a tale,
Of hopes and dreams that gently sail.
Where beautiful things come to find,
A place to dwell within the mind.

Oh, gracious soul, may your heart be bright,
As stars that twinkle in the night.
May destiny's hand gently unfold,
In stories yet untold, but soon to be told.

When fortune's breeze whispers your name,
And blessings in your life find their calm,
Believe, dear one, that you're worthy, true,
Of every joy that comes to you.

Like petals adorning a bloom so rare,
Embrace each moment, for it's yours to 
share.
Let doubt's shadow fade into the past,
For you my friend, have found your vast.

A tepestry woven with love and grace,
Painted ith hues of dreams embraced.
Embrace these blessings, let them unfurl,
As life's symphony dances and swirls.

And in the depths of yuor being, know,
You're desrving of all the seeds you sow.
For beauty resides within your core,
An eternal flame, forevermore.

So, when those beautiful things come your
way,
Breathe deeply, my dear, and let them stay.
Embrace the truth that you are deserving,
Of every blessing, ever deserving.

May your path be adorned with treasures
rare,
And may your heart forever bear,
The knowledge that you are worthy, true,
Of every dream that comes to you.

 

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Passionate Love’s Delica

1st version.

Prompt: Conversation between a couple:

Prompt Convo:

Itreya: (unfazed) Don’t get to fucking confident. You don’t wanna be treated like your ex did you right?

Zenim: (Truma Relapse).

Itreya: (Approving smile) That’s right go back to being the little submissive man I love.

In the realm of whispers, a couple engaged,
Itreya spoke, unyielding, unfazed.
"Don't grow too confident, my dear," she 
proclaimed,
"Remember your ex's treatment, it's not what 
you craved."

Zenim, in a moment, a relapse of trauma,
The wounds reopened, sorrowful drama.
Yet Itreya's smile, approving and grand,
Brought solace and comfort, like a loving 
hand.

Back to being the little submissive man,
Zenim returned, as Itreya's grand plan.
For in their dance, a delicate balance above,
Their love, their power, intertwined like a 
dove.

2nd version.
Prompt Convo:

Zenim: (Unfazed) Don’t let your womanly emotions consume you. You don’t wanna end up like your mother now do you?

Itreya: (Truma Relapse) I’m not her…

Zenim: (Approving smile) That’s right go back to being the little submissive woman I love.

Amidst the murmurs, a couple stood strong,
Zenim's words resolute, unyielding, not 
wrong.
"Don't let emotions consume you, my love," 
he dared,
"Like your mother's fate, be aware, be 
prepared."

Itreya, caught in a moment, a relapse of old,
A specter from past, her heart's core, 
untold.
Yet Zenim's smile, approving and true,
Ignited a flame, as love often will do.

Back to being the little submissive woman,
Itreya returned, her spirit still human.
For in their union, a dance of their own,
Strength and vulnerability, in harmonious 
tone.

Two versions, two stories, love's intricate 
art,
Expressed through words, a delicate part.
For in their conversations, echoes of pain,
And in their connection, a love to sustain.

 

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Emotional Reflection

In the wake of a fleeting flame’s demise,
A kaleidoscope of feelings does arise.
The situationship now fades away,
Leaving behind a bittersweet display.

First, a pang of sorrow softly weeps,
As cherished memories the heart still keeps.
The laughter shared, the stolen glances,
Now dwell in the realm of lost chances.

Regret, a specter, dances in the mind,
Questioning what could have been defined.
The road untaken, paths left unexplored,
Now cast adrift, no longer in accord.

Loneliness casts its somber, shadowed spell,
A void that only time can hope to quell.
The absence lingers, an empty space,
Yearning for warmth, a familiar embrace.

Yet amidst the melancholy’s embrace,
A glimmer of liberation finds its place.
The weight of uncertainty lifts its hold,
As newfound freedom begins to unfold.

For in the end, a situationship confined,
Cannot contain a spirit unrestrained, unbind.
Embracing lessons learned from this affair,
A stronger heart emerges, brave and aware.

With grace, acceptance takes its rightful throne,
For endings pave the way for the unknown.
The future beckons with its open door,
An opportunity to grow and explore.

So let the feelings ebb and flow their course,
Each emotion finding solace and remorse.
For in the tapestry of life’s grand design,
Endings, too, hold a beauty all their own.

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Silent Ban Journey

created: May 6, 2023

last modified: April 10, 2023

Poem request by Nilah❤️: “Cease Contact” (In cursive)

In depths of time, a decree was cast,
A solemn edict, a decree so vast.
Three months of silence, a ban set in stone,
No contacting me, I am on my own.

Words once whispered, now swallowed by 
night,
Emotions concealed, hidden from sight.
No calls, no messages, no tender plea,
A chasm of silence between you and me.

Three months stretch long, Like endless
miles,
Throuhg seasons changing, amidst tears
and smiles.
Each day a struggle, a bittersweet test,
Yearning for connection, to feel truly
blessed.

No more midnight conversations, filled with 
laughter's grace,
No more heartfelt confessions, shared in 
sacred space
The void of absence grows deeper each 
day,
Longing for the touch of words, in a world
turned gray.

But within this ban, a chance to heal,
To find solace within, a soul's appeal.
Three months to grow, to nurture the self,
To mend the wounds left by love's ailing
stealth.


In solitude's embrace, I find my way,
Rediscovering strength, with each passing 
day.
Seeking new paths, carving destiny's 
course,
Rebuilding foundations, unleashing a force.

When the ban is lifted, and time has 
passed,
We may reconnect, our hearts at long last.
But if not, I'll stand tall, having grown anew,
Grateful for the silence that helped me find 
the true.

So, three months of ban, a chapter to 
endure,
A journey of self-discovery, sincere and 
pure.
Though the distance may sting, and the 
longing may persist,
I'll emerge stronger, wiser, and ready to 
exist.
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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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Echoes of the Unrealized

Quote: “Suddenly you realize you’ll never have the good relationship you wanted. But as long as they were alive even though you’d never admit it. Part of you, the stupidest goddamn part of you is still holding on to that chance.”

 

In the depths of longing, a bittersweet truth,
A realization dawns, a heartache's sleuth.
The good relationship you sought, forever denied,
Yet a flicker remains, deep within, can't hide.

Suddenly, clarity strikes, a painful blow,
The truth echoes, as if in a whispering flow.
Though you won't admit, a secret held tight,
A part of you clings, yearning for that light.

The foolish par, relentless and strong,
Holding onto hope, against all that's wrong.
For as long as they're alive, a silver of chance,
Keeps the ember of possibility in a dance.

But the truth stands firm, unyielding and clear,
The good relationship desired, destined to veer.
Yet still, you hold on, a silent tribute to the past,
A testament to love's endurance, steadfast.
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Love’s Dual Essence

Quote: “I only ever thought there were two kinds of love; the kind you’ll kill for, and the kind you’ll die for; but you my darling, you were the kind of love I would live for.”

In realms of love, where passions
intertwine,
Two archetypes emerge, distinct and
divine,
One, fierce and wild, ablaze in the heart,
A love so potent, it could tear worlds apart.

The kind you'd fight for, against all odds,
A love so fierce, it defies the gods.
A flame that consumes, with a fervent
desire,
Burning bright, setting souls afire.

Then there's the love that holds a hue different
hue,
a love where tenderness and grace shine
through.
A love that whispers softly, like a gentle
breeze,
A love that nurtures, outting souls at ease.

You, my darling, are a love of he latter kind,
A love that transcends, gentle and refined.
A love that grants life new purpose and
worth,
A love I'd choose to chrish, to love for on
this earth.

For in your eyes, a universe I find,
Where love's pure essence forever
wnwined.
With you, my dear, life blooms with delight,
A love that sustains, casting away the night.

No longer just kind to kill or die,
But a love that ignites the will to truly fly.
With you, my darling, love takes on new
form,
A love that transcends, like a perfect storm.

So let us journey, hand in hand,
forevermore,
Embracing this love we've come to adore.
For you, my darling, are the love I'll live for,
A live that whispers of eternity's lore.

			

	
					

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The Altered Destiny: Embracing the Unknown

	

	

		
	

		

		
Quote: “Wait. Somethings different. This isn’t the same noble hero I  fought before… no, you’ve changed. What have you… done?”


In the realm of battles, a moment of pause,
A voice whispers softly, a moment's cause,
Wait, something's different, a shift in the air,
The noble hero transformed, with secrets to bear.

This isn't the same, the warrior of old,
A change has befallen, a story yet untold,
In the depths of their being, a transformation unseen,
Leaving adversaries questioning, "What have you... done?"

Mysteries abound, veiled in the hero's gaze,
Their essence transformed, a new path they blaze,
No longer confined by what was once known,
A metamorphosis unfolding, a soul fully grown.

Eyes once shining bright, now carry a new light,
A strength from within, shining through the night,
The hero has changed, but their purpose holds true,
A different form, yet the mission they pursue.

Whispers of power, echoes of growth,
A journey uncharted, expanding both mind and oath,
Battles fought before, mere shadows of the past,
For the hero has evolved, a metamorphosis vast.

In awe and confusion, the adversaries stand,
Witnessing the shift, unable to understand,
What lies beneath the surface, what trials have been won,
Leaving them perplexed, in questioning stun.

But the hero, undeterred, embraces the unknown,
Embracing the change, the transformation they've sown,
For within the metamorphosis, a new strength is found,
A hero reborn, their purpose unbound.

So stand, noble hero, in your altered form,
For you've grown beyond expectations, a newfound norm,
Let the world marvel, as they witness you shine,
For the change within you, is a victory divine.

"What have you... done?" they ask in awe,
Unraveling the layers, discovering the hero's core,
A journey of growth, a transformation profound,
The hero stands changed, with strength unbound.

			

	
					

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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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