self-acceptance

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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Androids Wish

Song quote: “But I could benefit even more from being an android with a string to pull, and slit in the back for the mass to slip in coins” 1 pm tomorrow? by Zotiyac

Oh, to be an android, devoid of heart and soul,
No emotions to contend with, no sense of self-control.
A string to pull, a slot for coins, the routine of the day,
No complexities, no nuances, just life in a monotonous way.

The masses slip their coins, and watch the android go,
Performing, producing, with no sense of ebb or flow.
No need for personal growth, no call for self-reflection,
Just a life of servitude, free from any human connection.

But wait, what of the heart, the love, the passion deep within,
The joys and sorrows, the triumphs and the sins?
To be an android may seem a life so simple and so clean,
But it denies the very thing that makes us human beings.

So let us cherish our emotions, our hearts, and our souls,
For it is what makes us unique, and sets us apart from those
Who wish to be an android, free from all that we hold dear,
A life without the depth and beauty that we all hold so near.

 

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Iris Stabber

Song quote: “Iris stabber with a glass, I’m collecting until the jar full” 1 pm tomorrow? by Zotiyac

With glass in hand, I pierce the iris,
A stab so sharp, a pain so timeless,
Emotions flow, a jar to fill,
Collecting until, it overfills.

A vessel of glass, to hold it all,
A treasure trove, of rises and falls,
The weight of it, a heavy load,
But I must collect, before it explodes.

My heart aches, my mind a mess,
Each shard of pain, I cannot suppress,
I gather them all, one by one,
Storing them away, until I am done.

The iris stabber, a tool I wield,
To hold my feelings, and never yield,
Until the jar is filled to the brim,
And I can finally breathe, and start again.

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The illusion of oneself

created: March 25, 2023, 19:26

He wore a straight face every single day,
A fortress of strength, so it would
seem,
But beneath the surface, his mind
was decay,
And his soul was lost in a hopeless
dream.

The world he lived in was dark and
cold,
And each day was a battle he couldn't 
win,
But he hid his pain, so no one would
behold,
The tears that flowed deep within.

He could see the beauty around,
Or the love that was offered so freely,
But all he could feel was the hurt that bound,
And the weight of his pain so deeply.

Until one day, he broke down his shell,
and the truth he could no longer deny,
That he needed help, and he wore a 
frown,
As he accepted his depression with a
sigh.
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