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#attacks
When in his sable garb vile Gloom attacks, Repel him with the charm of Poetry.
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May 4
May 4, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
The Charm Of Poetry
the 7 led me back to my God Given throne where I didn't have to hide from the evilness of the world. mother couldn't love me the way i deeply craved life was so mean to me, i almost lost my wonder... until the 7 led me back to my power. i started at the root, where my sense of self had been forgotten. they mirrored back to me all parts within me the darkness wouldn't let me see. i found pleasure in doing the small things moment to moment, my purpose now was to bring unconditional love into these parts alive in me i was now discovering. all these mirrored parts in these 7 individuals the happy part, the grumpy part, the escapist, the hiding one, the most sensitive one, my higher self and my inner child. bringing all these parts within me together into my wholeness was a great threat to the evilness because once I knew of the combined power of my fragmented parts, evilness could never keep a hold of me. unbeknownst to me a spiritual attack sent me back into the darkness. I was waking up too fast into my power, so they put me back to ignorant sleep; dead to these parts i was unaware, numb, disconnected until I found my way back outside in kissed back to life by an angel...another me. I got resuscitated back into enlightenment, reincarnated into the same body after my ego death. the old story is gone, now, I have space to create more magic. I am now living lovingly, simultaneously with all these 7 parts of me, but this time happily ever after!
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Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
snow black kisses prince enlightening
You ran a blitzkrieg on my heart, Invading like the Mongol's carte, Menu of skulls and bones. After your attack, You settled down, Sweeping up the bruise and blood. Then you just left, What? I thought you wanted this nation? I guess not.
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Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC
Mongol Love
Building a conflict Morning steps out on the ledge Gone in your wake We share the same skies The waiting makes me curious Windows on the world To pieces of mosaic This ruined puzzle Gravity's rainbow Given to cataclysm As above, so below Suspended in history
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Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 10:42 AM UTC
The Falling Man
Social Anxiety, Doesn't mean that I'm weird, You don't know me at all, And I'll make it very clear, I have many talents, That you don't even see, I'm good at many things, And that's what makes me me. When I go out, I get quite overwhelmed, The panic attacks are awful, self conciousness turned up to 10, I get mean looks everywhere from strangers, Staring into my face, Trying to read me like a newspaper. Getting laughed at isn't nice, It doesn't help at all, How would you like to be made feel, So very small? Calling me awkward, Making me feel like I'm less, But wouldn't you act the same out in public, If your mind was a ****** mess? Step into my shoes, And I'll give you what I have, Is it funny anymore? Now do you feel very bad? You were mean to me, When I was struggling like this, How does it feel in my shoes, If the perspective was switched?
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Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 4:30 PM UTC
Social Anxiety#2
“You can have any wish,” the genie said. “Any ONE wish?” the girl asked, a little disappointedly. “One wish,” the genie answered, shrugging. “Oh.. then” she said, thinking it over. “I wish for.. a banana,” she said whimsically. “A banana?” The genie asked, hesitantly. “Yes," the girl said, nodding her head. A banana appeared on the table. “As a banana pudding, please - in a bowl,” she amended. The genie nodded, and a large bowl of delicious looking pudding took the place of the banana. “With a spoon?” she asked sweetly, and a spoon appeared by the bowl. She tasted the pudding and it was, indeed, magically delicious. “A jewel encrusted spoon.” she corrected, and again it was so. Then she blurted, all at once: “The Spoon is In the hand of a handsome prince, who’s genetically identical to Timothée Chalamet and is so in love with me that he proposed a moment ago - to the delight of his father, the king, who knows we will both live long and happy lives, having several delightful children - that will rule long after us - but who, unbeknownst to anyone, has an immensely serious heart condition that, sadly, will claim him roughly fifteen minutes after he pronounces the prince and I husband and princess!” The prince appeared, and the happy king.. It all happened. As the ensuing dramas unfolded, the genie took his leave. “It’s never just a banana,” he said to no one, snapping his finger and vanishing in a puff of wispy white smoke.
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Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 10:18 AM UTC
the wish
“You can have any wish,” the genie said. “Any ONE wish?” the girl asked, a little disappointedly. “One wish,” the genie answered, shrugging. “Oh.. then” she said, thinking it over. “I wish for.. a banana,” she said whimsically. “A banana?” The genie asked, hesitantly. “Yes," the girl said, nodding her head. A banana appeared on the table. “As a banana pudding, please - in a bowl,” she amended. The genie nodded, and a large bowl of delicious looking pudding took the place of the banana. “With a spoon?” she asked sweetly, and a spoon appeared by the bowl. She tasted the pudding and it was, indeed, magically delicious. “A jewel encrusted spoon.” she corrected, and again it was so. Then she blurted, all at once: “The Spoon is In the hand of a handsome prince, who’s genetically identical to Timothée Chalamet and is so in love with me that he proposed a moment ago - to the delight of his father, the king, who knows we will both live long and happy lives, having several delightful children - that will rule long after us - but who, unbeknownst to anyone, has an immensely serious heart condition that, sadly, will claim him roughly fifteen minutes after he pronounces the prince and I husband and princess!” The prince appeared, and the happy king.. It all happened. As the ensuing dramas unfolded, the genie took his leave. “It’s never just a banana,” he said to no one, snapping his finger and vanishing in a puff of wispy white smoke.
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The limp body laid on the floor Motionless Fairy lights outlined the cool form Impossible To move The weight too heavy Crushing The whole world the fairy lights are burning Body and light Will never touch And it stings It already burns But it cannot warm the body Different colours Different brightness Various behaviour Glowing Burning Blinding Fading they will all cease When time comes The scene is romantic - the consequence is not The bright success, expectations Failure The failure is in the middle Nobody talks about its darkness Lights are the hot topic. Society
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 5:09 AM UTC
Pressure
The crooked claws of darkness clashing Targeting my weakened soul Upon my broken mind a'gnashing Sizzling like scorching coals Hope and faith they're busy slashing Torturing with many wretched tools As the world around me crumbles and comes down quickly crashing How they've defeated many fools After all is said and done The fiery fangs of darkness mawing Targeting my broken mind Upon my sanity they're a'gnawing As I'm running out of precious time My freedom to live they are a'stalling The hope of peace sounds so sublime As I fall to my knees and attempt escape By crawling Freedom sounds divine Desperately losing the battle as I'm frequently bawling Because I know I'm trapped inside When all is said and done Consumed in reckless insanity I still ponder The depths of evil is quite the wonder Will I be forcefully cast a sunder When all is said and done?
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Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
When All Is Said And Done
The Invisible enemy Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, the invisible enemy you have attacked 2020 world-wide taking lives nonstop... What I'll tell my kids not that I'm a storyteller but what I'll tell my kids and future generations about you, I can't see you, you kept us (people) apart, no more touching, no more kisses, no more hugging, they call you covid-19 I call you the invisible enemy... What to tell my kids about you? You are bad but I guess I won't tell my kids a bad story... I'll tell them how God protect us (the alive) and how He safe the gone souls (the death)... The invisible enemy I can't see you, attacking 2020 careless but you won't last forever and 2020 you won't come back, sorry 2020 it wasn't your fault its covid-19 without control 😭 4 Yet it was our weaknesses He carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought His troubles were a punishment from God, a punishment for his own sins! -Isaiah 53:4 (NLT) - Isaiah 53 4 (NKJV) Surely He has borne our griefs And carried our sorrows; Yet we esteemed Him stricken, Smitten by God, and afflicted.
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Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 8:36 AM UTC
Covid-19
So here I am out on a raft just me and my anxieties trying hard to get away from a vessel taking on so much water I think I see Jack and Rose swimming towards us
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Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Panic is a Sinking Ship
Teach me how to be happy again I’m too tired to be sad already.
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
Can you teach me?
bombs in my chest making me hard to breathe drowning my existence and burning my feet gasping for air I need to scream but the voice inside my head is louder than it seems everything is blurry but can't closed my eyes I'm now barely living as now my heart dies
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
attacks
The beating of the drum The tidal wave crashing down The rumbling of the earth’s crumb Is felt in every heart beat That thump in your chest The lost mind can wander It envelops you in distress Every detail you ponder That creeping sense called emotion It scares you out of your wits Thinking of what the future holds Throws all your sensibilities into fits The thing that is most fearful Is when anxiety becomes your friend It becomes your daily companion The only who can comprehend.
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
Attacks
1,2,3,4 Keep counting It’s heavy, and the air is hot 1,2,3,4 Keep counting I hear the screaming, and all the lies. Come on girl, keep counting 1,2,3,4 snap snap My hands are trembling I can’t quite see But 1,2,3,4. Keep counting. You’ve gotta breathe. 1 2 3 4 That’s how many breaths you need Count to 4. Count to 4. Just. Keep. Counting.
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC
Anxiety
I feel damaged, I feel broken see depression had me trapped At a young age well before I had even spoken When I was 8, I saw someone get sick I spiraled infront of everyone they saw me as a burden so I was sent home real quick When I was 10, I laid in bed for two months... I watched the same movie and refused to eat because the demons in my head When I was 12, I was scared to leave .. my house and even my bedroom I would hyperventilate then cry so hard I'd heave When I was 18 I screamed till my voice was no more my cries echoed off the walls but no one cared to notice what happened behind my bedroom door When I was 19, I was too nice I put others first but little did I know a piece of my heart was the price I am broken, I am damaged everyday I wake up surviving the day is always a challenge
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Surviving
I hiss and withdraw lacerated to the core retreating behind my thicket of thorns fangs bared against beleaguered attempts to shred the serendipity I've fought relentlessly to nurture. -Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
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May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
Beleaguer
Logic says to me, "You've really gotten better! You don't breakdown so often You smile more." Yeah, its the medication! It says, "You handle things with grace and don't fly off the handle. You aren't so easily angered." Yeah, its the medication!                        It says, "Yeah, your emotions are foggy                                but at least you aren't crazy.                              I bet it's hard to feel things, but                                 you aren't crying all the time.                            And you haven't collapsed in bed                                            and begged to die.                                   Or at least, its been a while."                                    Yeah, its the medication.                        "Why do you have tears in your eyes                                and why aren't they falling?                Does it feel like your chest is made of concrete?               Like a sneeze that hurts but it just won't happen?                     Can you feel the attack waiting in the corner                     leaving you with dread and adrenaline?"                                    Yeah, its the medication.                                                                               "Seroquel for seratonin                                                                                    Buspirone to breath,                                                                         and ****** to calm down.                                                                           So what could go wrong?                                                                     Is it bad to not be able to feel                                       even though you know you have the right to?                                                        And your chest feels heavy and full                                                       like an awning with too much water                                                          and you kind of want it to collapse                            because you so badly want to remember how to cry                                                 And the blackness you were so afraid of                                                                                           seems like home                                                                                and you're homesick?"                                                                             Yeah, its the medication.
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
Rx
Logic says to me, "You've really gotten better! You don't breakdown so often You smile more." Yeah, its the medication! It says, "You handle things with grace and don't fly off the handle. You aren't so easily angered." Yeah, its the medication!                        It says, "Yeah, your emotions are foggy                                but at least you aren't crazy.                              I bet it's hard to feel things, but                                 you aren't crying all the time.                            And you haven't collapsed in bed                                            and begged to die.                                   Or at least, its been a while."                                    Yeah, its the medication.                        "Why do you have tears in your eyes                                and why aren't they falling?                Does it feel like your chest is made of concrete?               Like a sneeze that hurts but it just won't happen?                     Can you feel the attack waiting in the corner                     leaving you with dread and adrenaline?"                                    Yeah, its the medication.                                                                               "Seroquel for seratonin                                                                                    Buspirone to breath,                                                                         and ****** to calm down.                                                                           So what could go wrong?                                                                     Is it bad to not be able to feel                                       even though you know you have the right to?                                                        And your chest feels heavy and full                                                       like an awning with too much water                                                          and you kind of want it to collapse                            because you so badly want to remember how to cry                                                 And the blackness you were so afraid of                                                                                           seems like home                                                                                and you're homesick?"                                                                             Yeah, its the medication.
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you gave me smiles i called it love you gave me laughs i called it love you gave me panic attacks i called it love
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
love?
I can't stop Accelerating my the second Salty tears are flooding my eyes Air stuffing my windpipe Each breath is spiralling upwards I feel it all at once Years of hungry pain rushing into me The sorrow is starving for my cries So it pulls and twists and stabs My voice is muted Death is craving me more and more Longing to meet again To bleed me dry And drain me away
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
Empty Screams
I climbed giant boulders to gather wild berries for you A heavenly golden lake stretched across your vision. Unfazed by my generous offering Oblivious to the dragonfly hovering You drowned yourself in screen-time, buffering I waded out alone. I picture wrapping my legs around you the air full of scents of homely comfort a long day lightened with sweet laughter our minds rest, immersed in fictional realms But online games take away our nights Political trivialities and football highlights I sit and dream of smoldering fires on campsites While you fall asleep alone. In darkness I wrestle with the devil for my piece of present moment, untainted I beg for black viscous sleep to drown me to wake without feeling half of me is gone And you wrap me in the soft fabric of your skin And you chase away the sprites to let the light in And you breathe for my lungs as the attack glows dim And it's just you and me alone.
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
And now an ampersand for my love
You asked for the truth, I offered, yet I am graced with silence. This isn't a battle, yet somehow I'm losing. This isn't a war, but I am still defeated. This wasn't a fight. T'was a slaughter. A senseless homicide of a friendship that I don't think I could ever understand. I will not be the mannequin for you to unload upon your confused attacks, I do forgive you though. I bear no grudge, I hold no anger. My role in this play is now, To patiently wait for your truth. Even if it will never arrive.
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC
Tell Me Your Truth
I feel the earth sinking, under the weight Of my own thoughts. I feel my heart breaking With the hurt You put me through. I feel myself Slipping away Through the cracks You made.
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
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