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There once was a doctor
Hussam Abu Safiya
Who cured all the
Palestinians with great glee
With a stethoscope round
He’d dance all around
And brought smiles
To the little children in
Occupied Palestine.
Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya’s lawyer
Statement the Doctor has been arrested and
Taken to a hide out in Occupied Palestine by Jews. 🇵🇸
In Pakistan’s lands so bright
Peace and love flowing
Through Pakistan day and night
And the mountains gleam in the
Morning sunlight and from
Karachi to Lahore we adore
A tapestry woven in sight and
Forever and always we love
Our beloved Pakistan
Day and night.
Israeli PM wants Trump to attack Pakistan

Pakistani general if Trump attacks
Pakistan will nuclear strike Israel.

Pakistan has nuclear weapons.
B Reijjj Jul 12
Every starless night arises
The rigid feelings beneath my ribs can't be pared
It is always alongside the beast
My eyes are full of desire
My hands dull and stiff
All I can see is the barren land

Wandering where's the place
I should lay down this head?
Drowned by punishment, I found nothing
In the depths of my deflection, I seek inside
What deserves to be embraced?

While on my bones
darkness carved precisely
The sturdy dance and reckless getaway
Adorned by whisper, the devil's own
I betrayed the war within myself
Back to back, against the storm

But the divine sheds light on me

Leads my way to this home
Where flowers gracefully bloom.

I fight for reborn
Demanding my own honour
by blood and name

For now, I see it
Their existence is my sacred salvation
A reminder that life is worth adoring
For all of you,
My beloved kingdom and family.
Izan Almira Jul 10
Did you seriously think, sonofabitch,
that if you dressed in a luxurious enough suit,
the blood on your hands would fade?,
the fear you once awoke go pale?
Do you seriously think that silk
makes children come back to life?
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.
All dead.
By your own hands.
And once again, I found you on the goverment,
because when you put enough silk
(enough money)
around your shady words,
people can suddenly turn a blind eye
on the bombs you once made explode.

She went shopping one day
to never come back.
They couldn’t even have her body at her funeral—
Oops! All we found was a tiny ****** arm.
Sorry about your mom, about your newborn.
You’ll never see either again.


Do you seriously think
that money will make them come back to life?
Not even as zombies they could rise,
because to do so their bodies would need to be more
than tiny little ******* scraps.
uh. i was mad about politics. oops.
neth jones Jul 9
night                                                        
this is texture of apparition      
a little restless heat
the cat crosses between balconies
the cardboard set of the backs of city houses
stage of charming murders and secrets
the skies speed and health dominates          
there's a detonation of the half moon
then the treads of clouds                                    
and a sharp code of shooting star
we have no right                                            
bathed with loving context
we should behave to earn such a view
but our smarts aim                                    
at now't but hazard and flirt
war dooms at beat for thunder
the night skies become ominous                
                     with our ruined broach
suspended under every breath
[03/07/25 original notes written late after watching the movie The French Dispatch : night/this is a texture of visuals/an opposition to massacre/the cat crosses between balconies/the cardboard set of the backs of city houses/the skies speed and health dominates/the detonation of the half moon/treads the clouds and a code of sharp/shooting star/we have no right/we should behave to earn such a view/bathed with loving context/but our smarts aim at now't but hazard
and flirt /war dooms at beat for thunder ?]
mysterie Jul 10
hey,
future me.
it's july seventh.
and this year has
definetly been one
for the books.

im lucky enough
to still have the friends
i do
because everybody
started turning their backs
on eachother.
and that made me very
anxious
to lose someone
i love.

america might be slowly
dying a painful death.
the climate too.
australia is
or was
trying to follow in
america's footsteps.
women are slowly
losing
their rights.
a possible war.

it's not the greatest time
to be alive.
but it could be worse,
and honestly,
i think that's the only way
im getting through it.
because,
i have it good.
some people don't have
what i do.
and it makes me feel
horrible
when i realise
im taking it all for granted.

i hope the air is safer
a few years from now.
i hope america has
a better life.
i hope women have
their rights.
i hope the earth
isn't suffering so bad
from the climate crisis.

but i can only hope.
and draft this text.
TEXTS NEVER SENT. 5.
date wrote: 7/7
edit 10/7: last entry of texts never sent :(
Alez Jul 5
Deathly Silence
from the sky
the trumpets
do not cry

while all around the world
children
are torn apart by bombs unfurled

And the parents
must dig
the graves

if the remains
from the rubble
they manage to save;

While their weeping
vanishes in the void,
many still believe war
it's just a toy.
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