In the depths of silence, a Longing Burns, To Embrace the void, where Anger Churns, Where shadows Dance, and echoes Fade, Alone with myself, In A Rage Unswayed. In this realm of emptiness, I find release, No masks to wear, no pretense, no peace, Just the raw essence of fury untamed, A solitary soul, with anger inflamed. No judgment here, no prying eyes, No need to hide the seething cries, In the void, I'm free to just be, To vent, to roar, to set myself free. No need to conform to the world's design, In the silence, rage and truth align, To unleash the depths of my soul's disdain, To find the strength to embrace the pain. I long for the void, where time suspends, No distractions, no ties, no amends, In the stillness, my heart finds its song, A symphony of solitude, angry and strong. To wander unbound through vast cosmic dust, In the solitude, I learn to trust, To face myself, my wrath, my tears, To embrace the rage without any fears. No one around to judge or compare, In the void, I'm free from the world's cold stare, I'll seek solace there, where stars shine bright, And unleash the fury, both day and night. For in the void, I find my truest me, Unburdened, unbound, unfettered, and free, A dance of rage, a solitary thrust, In the boundless void, I find my trust.
Solitude
Tranquil Transition
Created: 23/7/23 @ 17:24
As a man, I cherish moments calm,
A respite from the bustling race, When
entering a place, a healing balm,
To ease the mind, find inner space.
Confronted conversations, swift and bold,
They weigh upon my waking state, To be
informed of tasks I'm told,
Can fuel the fires of inner debate.
Criticism's sting, a bitter blow,
Especially when the day's begun,
Yet in the void, I find a flow,
A chance to breathe, to be undone.
Returning home from toil and strain,
I seek the solace of garage stairs, In the "void," a
realm without refrain,
A sanctuary from worldly cares.
Minutes spent in tranquil though,
A bridge between worlds, a sacred rite,
From work's domain to peace I'm brought,
As the sun surrenders to the night.
In this transition, I find release,
The gentle pause before I enter, From noise
to calm, my mind's at peace, The "void" a
buffer, a mental center.
Let this cherished ritual endure,
A sacred space to call my own,
A moment's grace to feel secure,
Before life's currents are full-blown.
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.
Delusions
A kid in his room sitting down in front of his mirror alone in his room tower placed in a deep forest. No contact from another human but a whisper from an otherworldly being whispers in his ear “You don’t feel yourself. Is it because you’re pretending to be someone else?”. The creature has always been there but the kid chose to ignore it until today when he finally broke.
In a room, a child sits alone,
Before the mirror, a reflection unknown.
A tower in the depths of a forest so deep,
Isolation blankets, their secrets to keep.
No human contact, a soul disconnected,
Yet a whisper arrives, from realms undetected.
An otherworldly being, always by their side,
Now beckoning, no longer denied.
“You don’t feel yourself,” the whisper cries,
“Is it because you wear a mask of lies?”
For too long, the child ignored this presence,
But today, their facade crumbles in essence.
A creature unseen, always watching with care,
Now embraced by the child’s desperate despair.
The walls built tall, now come crashing down,
As authenticity rises from a hidden crown.
The child’s tears, like rivers, start to flow,
Revealing emotions long kept in shadow.
No longer pretending, the truth takes its hold,
A journey within, a story yet untold.