self-acceptance

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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Unveiling Worth: The Honest Emissary’s Truth

23/7/13

In the depths of doubt, I hear you now,
The Honest Emissary, wisdom's vow.
Why do you falter, human soul?
Believing you're not good enough. a toll?
Such words deceive, a cunning snare,
Creating standards that bring despair.

Unveil the truth, let it be known,
There is no measure where you're shown
Less than the brilliance you possess,
A treasure hidden, yet to impress.
Banish comparisons that poison your mind,
Life's not a contest, nor a race to find.

Instead, turn inward, gaze within,
Discover your essence, let it begin.
Embrace your strengths, your unique art,
Unveil the beauty within your heart.
For in this journey, you'll truly see,
You're enough, just as you should be.

Release the shackles that bind you tight,
Embrace self-love, bathe in its light.
with every step, let doubts unwind,
And it your spirit, true worth you'll find.
No longer captive to judgements unfair,
Embrace your essence, beyond compare.

 

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Art vs Expectations

In a world where dreams were cast aside,
My artistic fire began to hide.
The people around me, their doubts grew strong,
"Study harder, child, don't you want to belong?"

Ambitions suppressed, I followed their lead,
Achieving straight A's, fulfilling their creed.
But empty was my heart, devoid of delight, 
For I craved the canvas, the colors so bright.

High school arrived, my facade crumbled fast,
Grades slipped away, like grains in an hourglass.
Yet within the chaos, a spark reappeared, 
1 picked up my pencil, my passion revered.

Years lost, creativity held in chains, 
But I embraced art, despite the pains.
And amidst the struggle, a glimmer of hope, 
For my mother's support, like a lifeline, she'd rope.

Yet weary I grew, tired of pretense,
Of family's false pride, their shallow defense.
Demanding my work, their voices would persist, 
But their words felt hollow, a mocking twist.

So now I break free, from their expectations,
Seeking my path, defying frustrations.
For art is my essence, my soul's sweet release,
Not measured by praise or societal peace.

I'll paint with resilience, my spirit aflame,
With strokes of passion, I'II etch my own name.
No longer bound by their doubtful embrace,
I'll forge my own destiny, in colors I trace.

For true fulfillment lies in following my heart,
In art's vast canvas, I'll find my true art.
No more seeking validation or lies to appease,
I’ll paint my own masterpiece, my soul's masterpiece.
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Monstrous Beast, Still Loved

23/6/26

In the Fairy Forest, a tale unfurled, Where a 
tower stood, worn, yet tall.
A knight adorned in silver, fearsome knight, 
And a woman, clad in white, stood by his 
side,
With opal necklace gleaming bright, and 
hair of white.

"What if my real face was hideous?" he 
asked, With a voice tinged with doubt, his 
heart entwined.
"Fear not," she replied, with gentle grace,
"For your visage matters not in love's 
embrace."

"Would it still be fine, if a monstrous beast I 
be?" His words echoed, carried by the 
whispering breeze.
A pause ensued, but her answer was clear,
"Yeah," she said, her voice tender and 
sincere.

"So, I'd still want to see it, in all its form,
For the essence of your being holds love's 
charm.
A face matters not, when souls intertwine,
As long as it's you, my love, your heart 
divine."

In the Fairy Forest, a love bloomed strong.
Amidst silver armor and a hood, dark and dread, 
With a woman dressed in white, an 
opal's glow, And a knight, finding solace in 
love's embrace,
Together, they found beauty in the depths of 
grace.
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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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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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Star’s Incandescent Wisdom

 

In realms of stars, incandescent gleam,
Astrology whispers secrets untold,
A cosmos map, our fates in dream.

The Skies above, a celestial stream,
Their wisdom ancient, stories unfold,
In realms of stars, incandescent gleam.

Seeking meaning, we drift and scheme,
Aligning planets, patterns unfold,
A cosmos map, our fates in dream.

Through doubts and fears, we find esteem,
Embracing flaws, a journey untold,
In realms of stars, incandescent gleam.

Perseverance, our guiding theme,
Accepting self, as we are bold,
A cosmos map, our fates in dream.

Breaking chains, we chase the sunbeam,
Self-liberation, we now behold,
In realms of stars, incandescent gleam,
A cosmos map, our fates in dream. 

Amidst the stardust, fart's silent scream,
A humorous touch to life's unfold,
In realms of stars, Incandescent gleam.
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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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What Once Was

Poem request by London: She gave the first line.

What happened to the good times?
The sun once shone so bright,
Its golden rays a gentle rhyme
That chased away the night.

The flowers bloomed in brilliant hues,
Their petals soft and kind,
And every breeze that gently blew
Brought fragrant peace of mind.

The world was full of wondrous things,
Like birds that sang with glee,
And laughter, like a pair of wings,
Set our hearts and sprites free.

But now it seems the world has
changed,
The sun obscured by clouds,
The flowers wilted and deranged,
Their beauty lost in shrouds.

The birds no longer sing their songs,
Their melodies now hushed,
And laughter, once a source of
throngs,
Has turned to tears, so crushed.

Yet even in this darkest hour,
A glimmer still remains,
A memory of what once was dour,
And hope that it sustains.

For though the world may seem to
fade,
Its beauty still endures,
and light of love, we'll wade
Through times that feel unsure.
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Love-Hate Notice

Quote: "You can't cut me out the frame sadly, 
You're gonna notice me either way cause you 
love and hate me at the same time"

You can’t cut me out the frame,
darling,
My personality is too damn charming,
You love and hate me, it’s all the same,
But my unique essence will always
remain.

I’m not a pretty face, you see,
It’s my personality that makes me
unique,
You can’t cut me out the frame, sadly,
Cause my personality is what you
want, badly.

I’m witty, sarcastic, and oh so fun,
A personality like mine, can’t be
undone,
You’ll notice me, that’s a fact,
Cause my personality is the real
impact.

So let’s not focus on my looks, my
friend,
It’s my personality that you can’t
defend,
You love and hate me, that’s okay,
Cause my personality is here to stay

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