self-acceptance

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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Libertas Mea (My Freedom)

Poem request by Michelle

Created: April 5, 2023

I’ve been carrying this burden for too long,
Caring too much about what you think,
But now, something’s different,
A switch has been flipped,
I don’t know when it happened,
But I feel it inside me,
A newfound sense of liberation.

“I appear to have misplaced the fucks I give”,
Those words ring true,
I don’t have the energy anymore,
To worry about pleasing you.
My self-worth isn’t dependent on your approval,
I won’t sacrifice my authenticity,
Just to fit your narrow perception.

The weight is lifted,
And I feel free,
Free to be me,
Without the constraints of your expectations.
I won’t let you dim my light,
Or control my thoughts,
My identity is mine to own,
And I won’t let you take it away.

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