Truth

Victim of DA-Gaslighting

23/10/16

 

Why are you trying to make me seem crazy,
With every word and gesture, sly and hazy?
You twist the truth and distort the facts,
In this gaslit world, I struggle to relax.

You undermine my thoughts, my feelings, my worth,
A victim of your gaslighting since my birth.
But I won't let your deceit define my fate,
I'll reclaim my truth and break free from this state.

I'll hold on to my sanity, thought you try to steal,
In this poem, my strength and resolve, I'll reveal.
No longer your pawn, I'll break these chains,
In the face of your lies, my spirit remains.

Through the webs of deceit, I tread the road,
In the shadows of Manipulation, my truth untold.
With every lie, a story unfolds,
In this gaslit world, my spirit, they'd behold.
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

Echoes of Consequence

Created: 23/10/03

Ivory Stokes: 
One day you will have to answer for your actions
And God may not be so merciful. 

In the quiet depths of existence, the ledger remains,
A relentless observer, impartial and just,
Unfazed by pleas or the weight of remorse.

Each choice etches a mark upon the tapestry,
The tapestry of existence we weave,
Threads of intention, woven with the threads of consequence.

In the dim corridors of time, we tread,
Unaware of the final audit awaiting,
No ledger lost, no action hidden,
For every cause has its inevitable effect.

The scales of justice, unwavering,
No hand can tip them, no plea can sway,
The reckoning looms, no escape in sight,
For deeds once done, forever in the annals of eternity.

God's mercy, a distant echo, faint and fading,
As we march forward, boun  by our actions,
In the end, the sum of our choices,
Shall determine our fate, our legacy, our truth.
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

Mirrored Deception

23/7/25

In the realm of manipulation's artful guise, 
Resides a tactic where deceit does arise.
The Mirror Effect, a cunning masquerade, 
A manipulator's game so skillfully played.

They study you closely, observe with keen eye, 
To mimic your manner, to imitate your why.
Reflections they become, your traits they acquire,
Crafting a mirrored image, stoking desire.

With practiced precision, they mirror your grace, 
Adapting their gestures, your essence they embrace.
Their words echo yours, your beliefs they align,
Creating an illusion, a connection so fine.

But behind the facade, there lies a disguise, 
A web of deceit, spun with calculated lies.
They seek to control, to mold your will,
Using your own reflection, their purpose to fulfill.

Beware the mirrored tricks, the artful deceit, 
For beneath their reflection, motives may retreat.
Hold on to your truth, your individuality,
Don't let their mirrored web ensnare your reality.

In the face of the mirror, stay vigilant and strong, 
Know your own worth, where you truly belong.
Break free from their grasp, reclaim your own voice, 
And shatter the illusion, make your own choice.

For the Mirror Effect may try to misguide, 
But authenticity and self-awareness will be your guide.
Stay true to yourself, let your light shine bright, 
And escape the clutches of their mirrored night.
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

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.
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

Isopraxism

23/7/16

 

In a realm where knowledge weaves its threads, 
Instructor Lumen to Vunar Lexos gently treads,
Teaching the art of manipulation's finesse,
A subtle dance where truth may acquiesce.

A whisper shared, a secret to unveil,
To make others divulge, their words prevail,
With isopraxism's cunning guise,
Inquirer's guise, truth shall arise.

"If you want to know secrets concealed,
Listen closely, let your senses yield,
Repeat their words with inquisitive grace,
Inquire anew, in this art embrace."

For in the echo of a sentence rephrased, 
Like a question's allure, subtly raised,
The listener unknowingly reveals,
Information concealed, like secrets unsealed.

Through linguistic dance, minds intertwine,
As Lumen's wisdom unravels the design, 
Isopraxism, the unspoken key,
Unveils the truth, sets the deceiver free.

So let us learn, in this intriguing sphere, 
To manipulate gently, without undue fear, 
For knowledge and power entwined in art, 
Can shape a destiny, in every heart.
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

Unveiling Worth: The Honest Emissary’s Truth

23/7/13

In the depths of doubt, I hear you now,
The Honest Emissary, wisdom's vow.
Why do you falter, human soul?
Believing you're not good enough. a toll?
Such words deceive, a cunning snare,
Creating standards that bring despair.

Unveil the truth, let it be known,
There is no measure where you're shown
Less than the brilliance you possess,
A treasure hidden, yet to impress.
Banish comparisons that poison your mind,
Life's not a contest, nor a race to find.

Instead, turn inward, gaze within,
Discover your essence, let it begin.
Embrace your strengths, your unique art,
Unveil the beauty within your heart.
For in this journey, you'll truly see,
You're enough, just as you should be.

Release the shackles that bind you tight,
Embrace self-love, bathe in its light.
with every step, let doubts unwind,
And it your spirit, true worth you'll find.
No longer captive to judgements unfair,
Embrace your essence, beyond compare.

 

Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

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.
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

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.

Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

Guilt VS. Denial

Prompt: Denying Guilt

Purpose: Bleak

Prompt convo:
Xalu, God Of Hatred: Do you blame yourself?
Namos: What?
Xalu, God Of Hatred: Well, it's quite common in this situation for a person to feel some type of...Guilt.
Namos: What situation?
Xalu, God Of Hatred: The accident.

In shadows deep, where hatred resides,
Xalu, the God, with words he chides.
“Do you blame yourself?” he asks with glee,
As guilt’s heavy cloak engulfs me.

“What situation?” I question, confused,
His gaze, piercing and keen, I’m accused.
“The accident,” he whispers with spite,
A moment, a tragedy, lost in the night.

But I, with steadfast resolve, deny,
Unaware of his accusations awry.
“No accidents caused, no pain I’ve dealt,
Guilt’s burden upon me, I’ve never felt.”

Denial, my shield, he scoffs and sneers,
For guilt, he claims, brings despair and tears.
Yet I stand firm, innocence proclaimed,
No evidence shown, no truth defamed.

Innocent or guilty, truth I seek,
A mere pawn in his game, I won’t be meek.
Baseless accusations, I won’t abide,
Manipulation’s grasp, I’ll cast aside.

For guilt, unfounded, can’t break my soul,
I won’t succumb, I’ll remain whole.
Righteousness and truth shall guide my way,
Through darkness, I’ll find the light’s pure ray.

Xalu laughs, dark laughter echoes loud,
But I won’t bow beneath his shroud.
Guilt’s weight, I refuse to bear,
A burden unjust, I’ll never wear.

In pursuit of truth, my spirit shall rise,
Redemption and growth before my eyes.
Guilt’s grasp, I’ll resist with unwavering strength,
Embracing hope, embracing its length.

So, Xalu, your words shall not deceive,
In bleakness, my spirit won’t believe.
For I choose to embrace a different song,
Where resilience and truth shall make me strong.

 
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment

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.
Kizzie, Ersell Leave a comment