Self-Reflection

Victim of Overthinking

Created: 23/10/07

"Is this the conclusion I want,"
I ask in the depths of my mind,
A labyrinth of thoughts, a haunting haunt,
In this love, what solace can I find?

Each word and gesture dissected, inspected,
Overthinking's torment, relentless and cruel,
In this mental maze, I'm now trapped, dejected,
Love's beauty tarnished, its essence a fool.

Doubt's shadow engulfs, like a vulture it hovers,
Obsessive thoughts tearing my heart apart,
This love I once cherished, now it smothers,
As overthinking consumes, leaving only darkness.

No happy ending, no respite in sight,
Overthinking's grip, relentless blight,
In this relationship, I'm lost in the night, 
A victim of my mind's relentless fight.
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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."
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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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Birth, Purpose, Destiny

23/6/29

In a regal chamber, King Xouthoe did say,
To his beloved children, in a tender display,
“The days of your birth, dear ones, hold great worth,
And the day you uncover your purpose on Earth.”

With wisdom profound, his voice gentle and clear,
He wove a tale of purpose, for all hearts to hear,
Like the rising sun’s glow on a canvas of gold,
His words danced in verses, captivating and bold.

“The moment you entered this world, my dear child,
A miracle unfolded, your spirit unbeguiled,
Your presence bestowed a gift, pure and divine,
A spark in this tapestry of life, ever so fine.

Yet more than the day you drew your first breath,
Lies a quest, a journey that brings forth your depth,
The day you discover your calling, your raison d’être,
A purpose unveiled, a destiny fair and square.

For life, my precious ones, is a mysterious rhyme,
A tapestry woven through the corridors of time,
And as you seek, explore, and embrace your quest,
The tapestry’s colors will harmonize at its best.

Listen closely to your heart, its whispering plea,
A melody of dreams, longing to be set free,
For within each soul, a unique purpose awaits,
A purpose that kindles love, the world elevates.

The days you were born, my children, hold great might,
But the day you find your why, illuminates the night,
Embrace your passions, let them guide your way.
For purpose, my darlings, ignites life’s grand ballet.”

And so, in the presence of a wise and caring king,
His children were inspired, their souls taking wing,
Fort they understood, with hearts wide open and clear,
That their purpose awaited, shining ever so near.

The most important days, a truth deeply ingrained,
In the hearts of his children, a legacy sustained,
King Xouthoe’s words, a beacon in their skies,
As they embarked on their journeys, with purpose as their prize.

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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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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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Whispers of Reflection: A Journey to Inner Peace

In the realm of “What ifs,” dreams take flight,
Whispered secrets, hidden from sight.
Seeking justice, a righteous call,
Self-reflection, the mirror’s enthrall.

Realizations dawn like a gentle kiss,
Leading the way to inner peace’s bliss.
A tapestry woven with threads unseen,
A poem unfolds, where these categories convene.

What if we dared to break the mold,
Embracing secrets, stories untold?
Injustice challenged with unwavering might,
A quest for truth, shining bright.

Through self-reflection, we find the key,
Unlocking doors to the soul’s decree.
Realizing the power that lies within,
A journey to harmony, to peace, to begin.

What if we pondered the choices we’ve made,
In the quiet corners where contemplation is laid?
In moments of stillness, the soul takes flight,
Unveiling truths hidden from sight.

Realizations, like gentle ripples on a lake,
Awaken the spirit, cause it to awake.
The journey of self unfolds, layer by layer,
Leading to insights, revelations rare.

And through it all, the pursuit of inner peace,
A balm for the soul, where turmoils cease.
The stillness within, a sanctuary found,
A tranquil refuge, profound and profound.

In this woven tapestry, let justice be served,
With whispers of secrets, courage preserved.
With self-reflection as our guiding star,
Realizations lead us to who we truly are.

So let us embrace the power of what ifs,
In the realm of secrecy, justice amidst.
Through self-reflection, realizations take flight,
Guiding us to inner peace’s radiant light.

 

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Via Sanguinis et Honoris/Path of Blood and Honour

Honour, a virtue of a profound esteem,
What lies within your grasp, do you deem?
You, who've never tasted fear's bitter breath,
Learn of honour, ere posing as a warrior, death.

Before you tread upon that crimson lane,
Where no false steps endure, none remain,
A path that stretches to the endless abyss,
Where melody dies and knees gently kiss.

Sorrow intertwines with agony's sting,
And praise takes the hue of blood, echoing.
This path leads but one way, no retreat,
With foes and comrades, its trials complete.

It snatches without mercy, devoid of remorse,
Into the hands of death, on this perilous course.
For the name bestowed upon you, a weight to bear,
And for your ancestors, their legacy to share.
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