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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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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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Whispers of Resilience: A Battle Against Social Anxiety

 Prompt: Social Anxiety

Prompt convo: (Mara's Inner Dialogue in quotations)
"This is my stop. I should get ready."
"Just say it!"
(Whispers) "Excuse me?"
(A feeling of everyone watching her)
"What's with that look?"
"Please speak. SPEAK!"
"Why are they getting close?"
"Did I say something wrong?"
"I can't.."
"It's ruining my life."


In the depths of Mara's troubled mind,
A battle fierce, she tries to find,
Her heart constricts, her breath is caught,
Social anxiety, a fearsome thought.

"This is my stop. I should get ready,"
She whispers softly, feeling unsteady.
"Just say it!" her inner voice demands,
But courage falters in trembling hands.

"Excuse me?" escapes her lips so meek,
A voice so fragile, barely a squeak.
Yet in her mind, a symphony resounds,
The feeling of eyes, a weight that surrounds.

"What's with that look?" she wonders in 
fear,
A gaze, a judgment, cutting and sheer.
"Please speak. SPEAK!" her spirit cries,
But anxiety's grip, it never denies.

"Why are they getting close?" she frets,
A crowd encroaching, her mind besets.
"Did I say something wrong?" she ponders,
Her thoughts spinning in anxious wonders.

"I can't," she thinks, defeated and worn,
As confidence withers, her spirit torn.
"It's ruining my life," she mourns within,
A silent struggle, a battle to win.

But let us not despair in Mara's plight,
For strength can be found in darkest night.
Through empathy's touch and 
compassion's grace,
A poem now weaves, an embrace takes 
place.

To Mara, we offer solace and light,
A reminder that battles can yield to flight.
In unity, we stand, hearts intertwined,
For social anxiety, we shall unbind.

With patience and love, let's lend an ear,
To those whose whispers are tinged with 
fear.
Through understanding, let kindness reign,
In Mara's struggle, a hope we sustain.

For in her journey, she'll find her voice,
Breaking free from anxiety's choice.
And as she blossoms, brave and strong,
Her spirit soars, a triumph song.

So let us stand as one, hand in hand,
Supporting each other, a united band.
For in this poem, Mara's tale unfolds,
A testament of courage, yet untold.
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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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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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Whispers of the Heart

Category help from: Simone

In the depths of our souls, where secrets reside,
A tale of connection, love’s ebb and tide.
Two hearts entangled, in a dance so rare,
Intimacy’s embrace, a love we both share.

Passions ignited, a flame burning bright,
Our spirits entwined, in the depths of the night.
But beware, dear wanderer, of love’s sweet disguise,
For false affection hides behind charming eyes.

Triumph awaits those who see through the haze,
Unveiling the truth in love’s intricate maze.
Through storms and trials, we find our own way,
To a love that is real, where true hearts may stay.

Yet, lurking nearby, self-destruction may call,
A whispered temptation, urging our downfall.
It whispers of shadows, of doubts and despair,
A danger that threatens the love we both bear.

In this intricate dance, our hearts intertwine,
Moments of ecstasy, mixed with moments of decline.
But through it all, we strive to survive,
Nurturing the love that keeps us alive.

For in the depths of our souls, where emotions run deep,
We find the strength to conquer, to defy, and to keep.
A love that’s authentic, enduring and strong,
A love that prevails, where we both belong.

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Grateful for the Abyss

Created: April 5, 2023, 12:30

To the monster who tried to swallow me whole,
I’ll throw roses in, a gesture of my soul,
For though you tried to break me, I remain strong,
And in my heart, love will forever belong.

I refuse to let your darkness consume my light,
And though the struggle was hard, I won the fight,
For even in the depths of your sinister abyss,
I found a way to rise above, and I will not miss.

So thank you for the challenge, monster, dear,
For it’s through the hardships that we conquer fear,
And now, with roses in hand, I’ll say goodbye,
For your power over me has come to die.

May you find your own light in the darkness of night,
And may you learn to embrace love, not fright,
For though you tried to swallow me whole,
I am stronger now, and I’ll forever keep my soul.

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