#InnerStruggles

[marandsviet]

Sometimes, the most profound loneliness is felt in a crowded room, where everyone is present but no one truly sees you. It's in these moments that we realize the difference between being around people and being understood.

[carloselrojo]

[skitzkraken]

Deep does the wound lay, but deeper still seethe a lake of rage. Do not bite the hand that feeds, for the other may be what makes you bleed. In darkness quiet, in daylight loud, neither boastful, raucous, festive or proud. Revenge and spite once served ice cold, now bright and red hot, a sight to behold. For only twice can ye strike a heart, before the owner falls apart. But is it dispair that claims its prize,or burning hatred that's unwilling to die. ...I suppose one never knows, until they are forced back down that road....

[the-feral-quill]

The Fear of Thriving

Wiping away tears because they're shameful, The peaceful silence is slicing through me, like a dagger across my heart. Each step is painful, Every restart, that challenging.

Happiness, joy, contentment, love, Should be something I fight; it should be embraced. Yet I wrap my arms around myself, squeezing tighter and tighter till I can't breathe.

Write a future that doesn't exist, and denying my present daily. It's a trap and a trick. All these things that happen aren't inconvenient; they're bombs coming to Shatter the peace I so desperately fight to hold.

I'm looking for any reason to sabotage it all, Because I'm used to the fall. I am afraid of the standing still, Of the warm embrace of how life should be.

Surviving was scary, But thriving is terrifying. What if I fail at that too?

[joelekm]

Weight of the World | Lyric Video | Christian Parker | Best Singer Guitarists

We are pleased to announce the latest single 'Weight of the World' from the upcoming Best Kept Secret album. Chiming electric guitars, beautiful dreamy-pop-like songs along with acoustic, piano ballads. Christian Parker & Phil Hurley create some beautiful harmonies reminiscent of Crowded House, a band they both adore!

[un-chosen]

The Truth Is

Image is from Google

Death by suicide, they say, is selfish, A weak move, a sin against God's will. It defies the norms—social, cultural, political— It disrupts the rhythm of every day.

At the last straw, with family looking up to you, When you have nothing left to give, How strong can one truly be? Is this, too, God's will?

The social, cultural, political eyes— They watch, they judge, they criticize, With arms folded or akimbo, Never reaching, only observing.

Life is not fair; I’ve told this to little ones. The world’s wrath begins even before conception. Born into the wrong place, the wrong time, Among the wrong people—what is the right one anyway?

The mind fractures under the weight: Unseen battles, relentless thoughts, A cacophony of failures, expectations unmet, Whispers louder than screams.

It’s not weakness—it’s exhaustion, The culmination of countless moments, Where the future feels like a closed door, And the present, an unbearable burden.

The truth is, the mind grows silent, Not seeking hope, not asking for help. Just a longing for stillness, For the pain to stop.

[tomthomasblog]

Navigating Inner Struggles: Finding Strength in "The Deceptive Heart"

Jeremiah 17:9-10 sheds light on the complexity of the human heart, underscoring the ongoing battle against temptations and worldly desires. Embedded in this wisdom is the song "The Deceptive Heart," a compelling anthem resonating with individuals striving to confront their internal conflicts and seek solace in a tumultuous world. With its haunting melody and poignant lyrics, the song serves as a guiding light in our spiritual expedition. It rekindles hope and underscores the significance of resilience, reliance on grace, mercy, and faith in traversing the trials stemming from the intricate nature of the human heart. It urges listeners to fortify themselves against the allure of darkness and pursue virtue, recognizing that genuine fulfillment emanates from choosing the path of righteousness.

"The Deceptive Heart" encapsulates a profound message, serving as a poignant reminder of the relentless struggle against the deceptive allure of worldly desires. This evocative piece of music resonates deeply with those navigating the tumultuous waters of their inner conflicts, offering a beacon of hope and encouragement. Its captivating melody weaves a narrative of perseverance, inspiring individuals to forge ahead despite the relentless tugging of temptation. The lyrics, imbued with wisdom, prompt reflection on the intrinsic battle between right and wrong, light and darkness, within every human soul. As the song unfolds, it underscores the indomitable strength found in embracing grace, mercy, and unwavering faith, fostering a sense of empowerment and resolve in the journey towards spiritual fulfillment.

In today's fast-paced and tumultuous world, the song "The Deceptive Heart" serves as a poignant companion for those grappling with internal tumult. Its hauntingly beautiful composition and resonant lyrics offer a poignant reminder of the enduring struggle against the seductive nature of worldly enticements. Through its evocative verses, the song implores listeners to fortify themselves with the virtues of resilience and unwavering faith, enabling them to navigate the complexities of the human heart with steadfast determination. "The Deceptive Heart" invites individuals to embark on a journey of introspection and fortitude, cultivating a spirit of resilience and inner strength as they confront the ceaseless tug-of-war between their aspirations for goodness and the tantalizing lures of darkness.

In conclusion, "The Deceptive Heart" stands as a testament to the enduring human struggle against the allure of worldly desires. Its haunting melody and profound lyrics offer solace and inspiration to those striving to navigate their inner conflicts. By embracing the virtues of resilience, grace, and faith, individuals can confront the deceptive nature of their hearts and strive towards a path of righteousness. Let us heed the poignant message of "The Deceptive Heart," finding strength in its melody and wisdom as we navigate the complexities of our innermost struggles.

Jeremiah 17:9-10 has been transformed into three distinct musical styles.

Christian Rock: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCIuKPJ9C3k Metal Rock: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-C-rutmMd-M Techno: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khs3R1jvRCI

[swan-song-production-blog]

Production may have to shift off of the kitchen checks. Work doesn’t seem to be ordering them anymore. I could probably try to find some cheap pads online, but at that point…I dunno. I should be more structured in this, but this project is very much something that will not be forced. Every leap it has made has occurred in a moment of darkness where I turned to an informal outlet with no expectations and let the pen bleed onto the paper. Not worrying about erasing or making anatomy perfect. Letting every line give form to emotion. Not worrying about “getting it right” the first time. I can bang my head against the wall, but this project very much will find its own way and I just have to be paying attention when it tells me where it is going. Assignment turn ins want a schedule, a script and a production book. The schedule would be a lie or wishful thinking. I have never taken on a project like this before. Anything I put in that schedule is a guess and a generous one at that. A script…I know the general flow, but I also know stuff will change. Professional? Nope. Very much nope. I am aware that if this were a project being pitched in the industry, this would die faster than gossip travels in a small town. But this ISN’T. This is important because, this is an opportunity for me to learn how I approach something like this. This is a personal piece that I am attempting to squish into an assignment for a grade. This is for me, to prove to myself that I can do it. This is for everyone else, to serve whatever purpose they need it to for themselves.

[lifeunchartedjourney]

Believe in Your Inner Strength

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

I had to act like it didn't hurt me.

[chardaearchive]

Chronicles of A Moving Target

thoughts of you become the genesis

of a war in my mind.

impetus feelings fester

spreading like burn holes in decaying flesh,

pristine white marks the site of the assault.

midnight suspicions turned premonition

in the light of day.

insecurities adorn the pulpit

selling sermons of betrayal and liaison.

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this poem is a hymn of overthinking. hope this puts into words what us overthinkers experience in feelings. let me know what you think, also please do not redistribute my work in anyway, thank you.

[joelekm]

Weight of the World | Lyric Video | Christian Parker | Best Singer Guitarists

We are pleased to announce the latest single 'Weight of the World' from the upcoming Best Kept Secret album. Chiming electric guitars, beautiful dreamy-pop-like songs along with acoustic, piano ballads. Christian Parker & Phil Hurley create some beautiful harmonies reminiscent of Crowded House, a band they both adore!

[seeking-vision]

🌌 The Key in My Head

"Somewhere between a dream and a breakdown, I found myself drifting through a universe that didn’t want to let me go."

🔗 CW: dissociation, existential themes, mild psychological distress

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"Am I dreaming, or am I floating in space aimlessly?" The world around me shifts and morphs every time I try to focus on a single view. Nothing stays still. The scene before me defies words.

It's strange — the space moves like I’m trapped inside an atomic zone. Completely out of this world.

Every time I try to reach for a floating star or a glowing orb of light, it vanishes. I blink, and suddenly I’m in a different dimension.

I stay adrift in this strange universe, wandering through dimension after dimension, losing threads of my sanity with every shift.

It reaches a point where I try to hold my breath — maybe reaching the edge of collapse will wake me up. But it doesn’t. I can’t even tell if I’m breathing. Am I?

The space keeps changing. My mind feels like sand slipping through my fingers.

It’s been so long. I can’t remember anything before or beyond this place. When did I get here? How did I get here? Who even am I? Why am I here?

The questions spiral, clawing at the inside of my skull. My vision blurs. There's pain — sharp and sudden — but where? I can’t tell.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

Why does it hurt? Why am I here? Who brought me here?

Please… To the God above all, the King of kings… please. Save me. Take me out of this misery.

Is this a test? A dream? If I’m asleep… why does it hurt so much?

I think… I think I know why I’m here. A figure appears in the distance — sharp and clear. A person! Finally! Help me!

But no — he’s slipping away. I can’t reach him. The space keeps folding, and he keeps getting farther and farther.

"Come back!" I scream, but nothing comes out. I try to swim toward him, but my body doesn’t move. My position stays fixed, as if frozen in time.

Why is this happening? Why can’t I reach him?

Oh…

I’m holding myself back.

A chain is locked around my ankle. The key is in my hand.

…Then why can’t I unlock it?

I reach down, but my foot is drifting away. Further. Further. Further.

I try again. And again. And again.

Until I’m flailing — desperate. Despair wraps around me like a second skin.

A painful smack jolts me. I gasp. I turn. He’s there — the same figure I couldn’t reach before.

"Why?" I ask. Not in anger, just in quiet curiosity.

He looks at me and says, “The key isn’t in your hand. It’s here.” He points to my head.

Before I can ask what he means, he’s gone.

I look at my hand. The key is gone. And the chain? It’s tightening, cutting deeper, searing with pain.

I reach again — but it pulls away from me. Further. Further.

I stop.

I clench my fists. I close my eyes. “You hold the key,” I whisper, as tears trail silently down my cheeks.

I reach up to wipe them — but I can’t find my face. My hands — where are they?

I laugh. Bitterly. Then something inside me snaps.

I launch toward the chain and rip it apart.

It shatters like twigs. So weak. So fragile. Was this all that held me back?

As soon as I'm free, the space collapses in on itself. I fall — violently — into the void. Grasping at nothing. Clawing for something. Anything.

Birds are chirping.

…Wait. Birds?

I open my eyes.

I’m in my room. In my rocking chair. Still holding the same book I’ve had for hours.

What just happened?

Did I go somewhere?

I could’ve sworn… I felt something.

But I can’t remember.

I close the book and set it aside. I stand. Open the windows.

The trees… How long has it been since I looked at them?

The sky… So clear. So bright. When was the last time I stood under the sun?

I put on my shoes. My coat.

I step outside.

The weather is pleasant. Birds are singing. People smile at me as they pass by.

Life… is beautiful.

[cristian-calistru]

"Whoever wants to be My disciple must deny themselves, take up their cross, and follow Me." (Matthew 16:24)

For this piece, The Altar of Sacrifice, I started with the desire to visually explore the symbols found on the Great Schema worn by Orthodox monks. Using digital collage techniques, I wanted to represent them in a way that doesn't confine them to an isolated "sacred" space but brings them closer to our everyday lives, no matter who we are or where we find ourselves.

Every detail tells a story. The cross inscribed with IC XC NIKA (Jesus Christ Conquers) is not just a sign of divine victory but also of the personal struggles each of us carries. The crown of thorns, the spear, and the sponge remind us of suffering and humility, but also of acceptance. The ladder symbolizes the inner ascent, the constant struggle between falling and rising, while the pillar speaks of perseverance and the trials we face. The rooster, seemingly a simple symbol, reflects the fragility of our faithfulness and those moments when we forget who we truly are.

Read more on: www.cristiancalistru.com/conceptposters

[the-feral-quill]

The Weight of Doubt

Insecurity, jealousy, doubt, They circle like vultures, Leaving no way out now.

Stones being cast, Daggers being tossed, Feelings of being cornered, Feelings of being lost.

Standing with weak knees, And a tear-stained face, Not being able to remain in the place.

The darkness cannot swallow, The warmth has to stay within, Can't let the devils win— Have to stay calm and keep the peace within.

[elysianwing]

Fireworks

Explosions of light. Fireworks, blanketing the sky. Cascading colors in pleasant design, descending in patterns similar to the willow's leaves. Flooding my perception... I dare not look directly, its beauty far too strong, I fear I'll go blind. I'm too far away to properly appreciate such visual perfection... not close enough to you to even try and understand. I reach out, but try as I might you only seem to fall further away. Explosions of self... now the light is darkness. Pure crimson, with a backdrop of black. Born inside,  from a feeling of displeasure, it illuminates my very being. How can I look away when the dark is coming from within? This is not beautiful... just another failed attempt.

Posted 6/30/2003 at 9:29 PM by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing