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Modern day crusaders,
Don't use swords.
For you don't need a blade,
To follow a God and reform.

So go preform,
And understand.
There is a non-violent way,
To save the day.
Choose peace today, tomorrow, then do it again the next day after that.
Zelda 7d
I'm not a poet
Don't speak the language

Death follows (a lantern-lit, moss-draped carriage)
Offers me a ride (so kind)
But it's not my time (for—for;
give me,
get me)

I'm not a tortured soul
Just trying to be understood

Please? Won't someone save me?
(Where—
oh
where—
am... I?)

I'm just writing on this journey to the end
Jan 13,2025
kathryntheperson Nov 2024
Come far away, come fly away.
It’s another day in the sun.  

don’t know where to go, just followin the road
running won’t change our fate.
where does the highway go to die ?

We’re too far now
I feel the breath of a gun on my neck
I can already feel the crows staring to peck
all we can do is wait till they come.

Come far away, come fly away.
another day in the sun.

waiting for the crows to come
Time to face what we have done
there’s nowhere left to run.  
How long stands between us and a shot gun.

Come far away, come fly away.
It’s another day in the sun.
Till the crows come.
Akta Agarwal Oct 2024
Save your peace of mind
To do works right
To show your brightest sight
Save your peace of mind
And sleep peacefully at night
Wake up at morning fresh and bright
To take the decisions right
Save your peace of mind
Always to smile
As your smile can make
Someone's days bright
Motivate all to smile
If someone is crying
Do the things
So that they can smile
Save your peace of mind.
Peace of mind is necessary
gift Oct 2024
like raging inferno
my heart combusted
i felt pain; but mostly i felt alive

you have caused me trouble
but at the same time
you saved me too

and i guess that's how love works
felicity and misery
love and pain
—g.l
the consequences of loving you
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2024
Tears rain onto cheeks as you watch
In my head wheels spin around
Speech crackling like phone line static
Words blurs barely making sound
How can it be I already epitomize alone?
You reassure me there's plenty of time
Doubts creep like morning fog
Mentally assessing mountain you must climb
Staring at fragile fingers
Present compared to past
Sun set in an instant
Night falling fast
Surroundings mostly hazy
Some parts crystal clear
Ironically what I witness best
Are the things I long to disappear
I'm left with knot in my stomach
Getting tighter with each turn
Wanting peace known as a child
Naivete time won't return
I bought one-way ticket to worry
Shouldn't have boarded train at all
Choke my sorrows and lungs with smoke
Drown yours in alcohol
Life nicer through a glass
Sure it ensures your fear departs
Pulse started pounding louder in my ear
Love wistfully contained within hearts
I cannot explain terror
Bleeding out
Hole will not close
Stubborn ways too old to change
Your incongruence shows
Forcing hope straight down throat
Waiting for falsity to be revealed
Flowers you planted instead of weeds
To be crushed on cruel battlefield
Your comfort tonelessly whispers to me
Thought that would soothe my stress
Did not argue with your perspective
For your sake try obsessing less
But under surface shrieking
Phrases pondered remaining hid
Grasping for method to save you
Before you are gone and I wished that I did
This sure does hit hard now

Written 6-9-22
Zywa May 2024
At the junk dealer

I write, of course, life stories --


of the furniture.
Novel "Buiten is het maandag" ("Outside, it's Monday", 2003, J. Bernlef), chapter 2-2

Collection "Being my own museum"
Freedom may sleep, but it will awaken
For those who love freedom
Can never stay shaken

Freedom may pine, in chains for a night
Yet will always break through
And stand firm in the right

Freedom may kneel, but only to pray
For strength in its purpose
And hope for today

Freedom may falter, and may need to slow
But with renewed vigor
Will get up and go

Freedom may fall, but it NEVER dies
It’s part of our soul
And will EVER arise

Bitcoin is freedom - to save or to spend
The freedom of money
We will ever defend
You can see this poem on a background here - https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery087FreedomNeverDies.html. Inspired by the end of Ayn Rand's book Anthem.
sheloveswords Jan 2024
I see The Most High in you
                                          yo demons hate that. . .
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