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Merry Feb 2018
Death was in her lungs
And it was imminent
Every *******, gulping breath she took
Came with a bedside beg
Of release

I couldn’t stay
I couldn’t watch
I’m a coward
A traitor to the blood
In my veins
So alive, so healthy
To the blood
I received from her

A kiss upon her forehead
Her darkened skin
Turned to paper
Sickeningly soft
To my rough lips

Her suffering
Not dulled
By anything
Spirituality, science
People or family

A painful, sputtering sleep
In a clinical room
By the murky sun’s graceless light
On a cloudy afternoon

I forgot to say
I love you
But words aren’t enough
Words are meaningless
It is our actions
Which doth divine
Our true intentions
Our true emotions
And mine
Reveal only cruelty
And the absence of courage
For my Grandmother, may she rest in peace.
Andrew Ewen Feb 2018
If you could look into the mind of an OCD sufferer, what would you see?
You would see bravery and fear fighting it out.
One side of the mind trying to reason with the other.
If you tell us to get on with it, it's because you don't see the amount of strength and determination that it takes to overcome a mental illness.
felicity Dec 2017
"He doesn't want to be called king
Because he believes that he isn't.
He used to be on war,
Liquor are not his thing rather
Sword and armor are what he always bring.

He isn't the light of salvation,
But he is more like a realization;
That we don't need those knights,
We must be brave enough
To face scratches and wounds
That he believes is a sign of strength.

Annihilate, yet he condemned war.

He is more like a hero,
Helping and healing innocent people
That has a blood of the rivals.

He fight but he valued life.

My war is for the fame and fortune
While his was for peace between life and death.
He will be praised by his bravery
While I will be nothing but an ordinary."

"You isn't much fit for being a fisher, mister." A boy said.

"But the hero doesn't come back to the kingdom. He is right infront of you. Forsooth, defeated."
Naked Writing Nov 2017
Bravery
is not about standing tall
after you've climbed up
the top of a mountain

Bravery
is looking
fear
heartache
rejection
terror
loss
death
in the eye
and saying, "no
not today"

Bravery
is standing back up
after you've been brought down
to your knees
Insta: @nakedwriting
Simon Monahan Nov 2017
O Fortitude! Strength of the wav’ring heart!
Steadfastness summoned when the blood runs cold!
When allies flee and none will take our part,
Where honor and friendship are cheaply sold,
Thine aid divine makes the trembling soul bold!
When terror would invade our feeble frame,
Thy subtle power puts the foe to shame!

O Fortitude! O encouraging voice!
When darkness attempts to blot out the sun,
And slav’ry’s law to deprive us of choice,
You brace the nerves of the poor frightened one,
Reminding that the vict’ry can be won:
If to perseverance we should hold fast,
We shall the adversaries all outlast!

O Fortitude! Come, and run in our veins,
Fire our tepidity and make us brave!
As long ages pass, ‘tis thee who remains,
Long suff’ring Patience, who never shall cave!
Come, Resolution, from all weakness save -
Where the frail man falls, and in despair lies,
You reach out your hand, and bid him to rise!
Steve Page Nov 2017
It was a long long way
through dark days
and dank nights
taking dark sides
against the other
against the distant
against the odds.
Trusting the relay of work horses
to drag our destruction
to haul our backsides
to dredge our pain
to our hollow -
to some kind of victory
that I'll never speak of again
outside of my nightmare prayers
for some kind of forgiveness.

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Blessed are you, who are conscripted ,  when you are dragged into wars not of your choosing -
For you will be remembered.
For my grandfather Ernest Page.   A boy from Brockley in South East London who fought in WW1 in the royal field artillery as a Gunnery Sgt.  Picture the movie War Horse and you'll get the idea.
Helen Raymond Oct 2017
Respect is earned and not given
Don't expect an attendance ribbon
No petty compliments, no kind lies
Only truth seen through different eyes

We may be harsh, we don't mince words
We value truth even when it hurts
To plant roses we must break the earth
Challenges let us prove our worth
F Edward Oct 2017
where have you gone?
i am bleeding out
all these secret histories
being nailed to a **** cross
and i try to be brave, i do;
wanting to spit in their little grimy faces
and growl and scream and writhe
but i can't show any of it.
my spine is fluid and curling
like a drooping dried flower
pumulled by a blazing star.
i just wanna hold your hand
and look in you eyes and know i'll find my way
cause everything is closing in
and where i once saw a city sweeping before me
i now only glimpse a tunnelled spot.
so come,
get over your pride
and hold my **** hand.
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