#battlefield
The afterburner tears the air's hard mass,
The concrete shakes with frequency so high,
Supersonic boom bends down trees and grass,
As Number Five ascends into the sky.
And now the wingman, callsign Number Nine,
Roars on the runway, following the Five.
Then blurry shapes of "Rooks" go flashing by,
First one, another — a pair starts to fly.
The concrete burns beneath the midday sun.
The shimmering hot air can now be seen,
With popping drag-chutes, all the Rooks touch down,
Despite the bullet scars, they land routine.
They prep the foam-lined strip to bring him home,
A trail of angry smoke grows less and less,
Then the Five clumsily slams in the foam,
He limps to tarmac. Halts. In pure distress.
The canopy thrown back, the helmet on,
The fire still reflects upon the tint,
Concealing tears for him, who now is gone —
For Vanya — became fire in final feint.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 9:10 PM UTC
A flashbang of light follows the fire from the hill as a bullet nips the side of my cheek with a **** but the source behind the smoke is nothing but a lost child.
My left eye traces the shadowy outline of a familiar shape. One that I once held.
I remember the war before it happened. When I wasn't the only one left... when I wasn't yet forsaken by the Gods.
It was a time when monsters didn't scare me, and the dark was nothing but an advantage; now leaving me feeling alone.
They were the one that made the sounds of the battlefield nothing but background noise. I was often distracted from the hell and screaming in the distance.
I look past my shoulder as I crouch to see the only friend I have left. "You ready?" I smile, observing the ashes on their face that do little to alter their perfections.
They nod to give me the most simple, yet impactful assurance that they will do whatever it takes to keep me safe.
I look down to crack open the action of my rifle, sliding a round down the chamber with a click. As I reach for the powder in my pocket, I hear a loud BANG! Followed by the warmth of an oozing, red liquid that I now see upon my chest. Leaving me to shiver in death's frost.
I grab at my heart and look up at my only friend—and from behind the flames, they look back at me with their own rifle's sight, aiming straight for the wound that I now clasp.
As I fall to my knees, I smile once more. And utter the lie that I always knew I'd tell my old friend in the case of me seeing them once more:
"I hope you find joy in the new land you've found."
The response I get is a cold shrug before they turn to kiss the flames of their new partner.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC
The sky was red,the ground was flame
they fought they fell no one to blame
a letter home ,a name ,a cry
Then silence where the brave still lie
They marched through mud, through blood, through fear
Each step a prayer we still hear
friends died,dreams burnt to dust
but those who sacrifices them we trust
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 9:09 AM UTC
the first time we met
a chance encounter
on my way out the door
yet something
held me in place
your eyes keeping me
in your rose kissed grasp
we met
and i wondered
how i could already
have so much love
for one person
it was as if we'd fought together
on the same battlefield
swords clashing
shields in place
fighting for each other
again and again
maybe then
it's not too much to hope
that there is another world
in which we made it
choosing each other
above all else
a place
where roses bloom
on the bloodiest battlefields
we met
and i knew that i had loved you
in every lifetime.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 3:15 AM UTC
a battlefield with no blood, just poison
using words not weapons
where every little thing hurts, that's happened
where the soldiers don't sacrifice but disappear
leaving wounds that are severe.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
I thought loving you would be like coming home....
or how it felt as a child to be carried into the house by your father when you were almost asleep in the car.
but I wasn't even close....
loving someone is like nothing else, I couldn't tell you anything in this world it is like.
but if I had to try to convey a fraction of what it feel's like, I'd say this.
Love is a war nobody will ever win, they will think they have but in the end nobody wins.
someone will always be burnt, fractured, bruised.
love always leaves scars.... on you or them or someone far in the back, someone who watched from the side lines wishing to be seen.
Love is a battlefield where nobody knows who's side their fighting for.
I used to think love was like coming home, but it's like going to war, blindfolded.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC
This bone-tired body is a battlefield
where I keep returning
to bury the same soldier,
over and over.
His face shifts like seasons—
familiar and foreign,
the line between my lines,
fading into fable,
floating into folklore.
He’s died here a hundred times,
and I survived every one.
But I keep coming back,
thinking I might unearth
something softer.
My hands tremble from holding too much—
soliloquies, symptoms, scapegoats,
saltshakers, semicolons, starry-eyed sighs.
My knees buckle under the weight
of a history I can’t rewrite.
No matter how many poems erupt
from my shell-shock,
how many mornings I crawl from trenches,
listening to the sound of birdsong—
I always return, ***** in hand.
He stares up from the dirt,
his mouth unmoving but full of accusations.
"You never let me go,"
he whispers without sound,
"and I’ll keep rising until you do.
Don’t you get it?
You buried yourself here too."
How many deaths does it take
to make a ghost let go?
I’m running out of shovels,
but never out of wishes.
Some wounds are wars,
and some wars never surrender.
If I stop digging, will the war finally end—
or will it bloom
in the silence I leave behind?
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
May we presume… our duties
- stop reading at any point
- no blame- no claim
- this got some past Pearl Harbor
- laughing,
- at prodigal riches Jus Bellum ******
Quest of the day,
by chance taken,
you feel our shared wish
to know why
the old orders form doctrines dividing
soul and spirit,
ambiguous,
at worst same
which is worse or better
memorializable realizations,
ambivalent, at best… valorous guts
faithful core, sound mind
love enemies, death,
before dishonor.
-girdle of truth, guts.
Gaseous we form, steep, indeed.
Pressure adjust
with a yawn.
Deep Silicate ooze
from some directions.
Every player makes a telling.
Best life on Earth as prayed.
The common story, the court
of public opinion, live
from a mindform retired,
asking -already asked
by whose authority
may we ask,
must we retell it?
-- I love to tell this story,
of a liar who loved wisdoms
dust motes dancing
in sunbeams
Thou shalt not bear false witness
against thy neighbour.
Close as we found to:
thou shalt not lie… bear witness
-bear, weigh down on…
take a bead, flat out
lie about a neighbor
on the whole true planet,
that is a wonder
to have being in.
No other's witness, diminutive
visions stretched
to contain paid
attention,
miracle
signum, prodigium, and virtus
see wonderfilled
by leaving
the legend written
on heart discs,
in the cloud…
little white pebbles
to follow, meandering, mean
mental deep significtioncy team
-Hansel's second walk
into these woods, used pebbles
because breadcrumbs get eaten.
Believe me.
We know.
Grimm Ache
to b'com'abit
of worth within
the story re-deveil-ed
uses religious reasoning,
smile, slightly,
at thinking rational
share, taken breath
of life, equal share.
Without money, without price
take and eat, discern the seed,
sow it grow it, eat it your self.
This next part gets steep;
This was not bad so far, same muse
used, but it runs on air, fair excuse.
On Earth, as it is
we live and breathe
and have our being.
Mortal, non eternal being,
brief
seed self soul spirit will
to may perhaps
being sown, so far
so good, living on
past the bone tied to bone,
dry bones, can these bones live,
so will
to prosper manifests
will so
we may imagine we
can, indeed, we can
find just cause
for making peace,
where no peace has yet been,
becoming final mortal form
artful being naturally chaotic
at the bleeding edge, close up.
Zoom out, use your movie eyes, see
from any POV, we are living witnesses,
stirring
up the ashes
of our oughtabins.
experienced
ex + peritus "experienced, tested,"
from PIE *per-yo-, ed form
of root *per- "to try, risk."
Per, 3 of 5, haps we used.
Past tune, tense time tied
experience, re-allied in Truth,
fairly daring my fully armoured soul
to face my informed shapeless spirit.
Laugh, inside, feel the weight, breathe,
and think life all one initialized algorithm,
an I'll go rhythm,
per 1, forward,
per 2, lead on,
per 3, risk trying
per 4, strikes impression,
per 5, deserves familiarity
"to traffic in, to sell,"
via the per notion
of "to hand over" or "distribute."
steep or deep, as above, so below, yada.
'gotta license per usual ritual yada per
It is the hypothetical source of/
evidence
for its existence is provided by:
Sanskrit aprata
"without recompense,
gratuitously;" -- no charge, freebie, giveaway
Greek
porne **********
originally "bought, purchased,"
per-nanai "to sell;"
as per usual ritual business trafficked in
Latin
pretium
"reward, prize, value, worth;"
Lithuanian
perku
"I buy."
<per-#etymonline_v_52726>
It forms all or part of:
appraise;
appreciate;
depreciate;
interpret;
praise;
precious;
price;
***********
Moving, characters,
minds we give POV
A personal best, today… I'd say,
if I were another
in my mind.
Reproving experiences.
Legends realized
At temptation
to test person
hood worth
to the whole weform
informing our swirl
in mind,
in spirit, and in truth,
discernible poetically,
as slight smile feelings thought.
- hum of life around me
The glory of any wine is joy,
our strength is the joy
of eloheem, the host
of heaven as is e
ai, indeed the very spirit
in the idea
first peaceable
indeed mere thought
bought, using patience, pure,
without hesitance,
principle thing
to get the win weform
this wisdom, which is packaged
with understanding,
post experience
we all have access,
in the whole truth package we swore
to tell…
we define our terms assisted, 't's
bein' how we come
to have these screens,
seen free as far as
we can see,
from many points
of view, seeming fractured
ancient attention spans
creased old folds, sacred
scripture… salted old roles,
form old faded preverbs preserved,
parchments, lacunae, and palimpsests
Spirits from letters let be preserved,
a host of those abide with me,
accounting for sweet hours
in prayer, for sweet hours
in after words, smiling,
We once stood toe to toe
with iniquity himself, and took the bet,
went all in, thinking, I already know.
My side won the ball game,
it is my own head
on the line.
Plural I, laugh inside,
a we aware peace cheats,
from war's POV, asks us:
-wombed or un, any man kind,
attempting preverbial believing.
As man hold true at core… die for
true, no lie, tried, and died, deep
Peace, past understanding, hold on,
this goes all night, sometimes.
Who is a wise man and endued
with knowledge among you
let him shew out
of a good conversation his works
with meekness
of wisdom.
---
But if ye have bitter envying and strife
in your hearts, glory not, and lie not
against the truth.
Such wisdom descended not
from above, but [is dark chthonic]
earthly, sensual, devilish.
---- what if devilish meant mm-use-d?
For where envying and strife is ,
there is confusion
as when peace happens
in a mind
on guard
against two things, confusion
and every evil work.
{Feel free to assume all ritual formulae}
Good luck.
No war chants, no bad spirits here.
distant shout
TOWBRA'
eeha abba embodiable I know
beauty and truth, ra' Eber memory
know how
to hold a people
in mind, a we form,
ceremonial memorial muse arousal,
Those we knew,
who steered us once,
we find them
in our peaceful rest, long
moody blues calm, lingering
to laugh inside, we knew
the same truth's we made the same peace
when eating fresh fish, beware bones
But Wisdom that is
from above is first pure,
then peaceable,
gentle,
easy
to be intreated, full
of mercy and good fruits,
without partiality, and
without hypocrisy.
Hypocrisy is the art
of affecting qualities
for the purpose
of pretending
to an undeserved virtue.
Because individuals and institutions and societies most often
live down
to the suspicions
about them,
hypocrisy
and its accompanying equivocations
underpin the conduct
of life …on Earth, in orbit
{ed said carry on bear witness}
Imagine how frightful truth
unvarnished
would be.
[Benjamin F. Martin, "France in 1938," 2005]
And the fruit
of right-use-ness is sown
in peace of them that make peace.
James 3:13-18
Used, right, still good. Usable still.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 9:43 PM UTC
The LANGUAGE OF
❤️ LOVE ❤️,
it has
NO WORDS,
It's EXPRESSED
in the way that you FEEL,
It SHOWS in your DEMEANOR, and
YOUR HEART SKIPS A BEAT,
In REALITY,
this❤️ LOVE ❤️ is SO REAL!!!
When you are in
❤️ LOVE ❤️,
you just can't help,
to be with
your ONE and ONLY,
A RELATIONSHIP
that is SO VERY TRUE,
FLOURISHING into a
BEAUTIFUL
❤️ LOVE ❤️ STORY,
THROUGH
THICK and THIN,
the ❤️ LOVE ❤️ OF YOUR LIFE,
THROUGH
HELL and HIGH WATERS,
You PUSH, FIGHT and STRIFE,
This ❤️ LOVE ❤️ is FOREVER,
WILL IT END,
NO!!!!!
NEVER!!!
WE'LL FIGHT for this ❤️ LOVE ❤️
Through GOOD and BAD WEATHER,
THE LANGUAGE OF ❤️ LOVE ❤️,
CAN SOMETIMES
BE TOUGH, but
❤️ LOVE ❤️, is a BATTLEFIELD,
YEAH!!!,
IT COULD BE ROUGH!!!
NO MATTER THE CASE,
WE WILL MAKE IT THROUGH,
IT WON'T CHANGE THE FACT, THAT
I TRULY
❤️❤️❤️LOVE YOU❤️❤️❤️!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/9/2024
Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 3:32 PM UTC
they dance on the edge of nearly
unperceived breezes
the sighs of dead men's final breath
that follow me to the edge
of the thickets
many lay at the feet of those who wish to taste death
but not know it
brothers in arms
who cross from the horrors often placed upon them by man
into a swath of light that holds no measure of time or space
or pain
they are free to walk from the remnants that linger in living consciousness
yet remain
tied to the moment of their crossing
the essence of their love for kindred souls
Jul 30, 2021
Jul 30, 2021 at 6:55 PM UTC
light my fuse on fire and set me aflame
watch as you singlehandedly set me ablaze
what is it like to watch me burn, baby?
I'm no better than cinder, ashes in an urn.
lately I feel just like charcoal residue,
remember when I was sweet and wet like honeydew?
do you remember when I was good to you?
how much longer can we pretend?
that we know when this war will end,
I can't express how badly I miss my best friend.
charging towards each other from opposing ends of a battlefield,
no matter how much I beg,
your sword you will not yield.
pull out your guitar and play a chord
I don’t know how much longer I can afford
to run around on this chessboard
moving pawns and rooks
when we should be swimming in ponds,
and reading books.
thoroughly covered in brambles
I‘ll wait as you amble
who knew we could get so tangled in something we thought we could handle?
we’re filled with pride and jealousy,
resentment and envy too
how can we come back from this?
what did we lose?
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
Working hard is an art
Working hard is a duty
The call of duty that's Updated every day
It's obvious
If we want to eat the fruits of the garden of God
We've to work hard cause
Good things don't come from comfort zones
It's just like Food wars
passion and hard work
But no
Not at all should we be in speed
The kind of Need for speed with hot pursuit
The importance is the destination
How far you go NOT how fast you go
Surely the evil is there
You will believe you are in
Resident Evil mission
But trust me ; look not for monsters
Look for human monsters not to ****
but avoid and warn against
In my long run of life
I had to travel deserts i said to myself
O my God !! Desert Storm and they are all here Bradely - my spirit
Foley/ Sheerman - my soul
Conors - my body
Jones - my hard work
Even when i had crossed the desert ,
battles were not over , are we
in Battlefield till the end
And somebody told me better were in
Infinity war so far as we breathing
No End game
Life without Hard work
Motivation and
God's Courage
Is far more frightening than:
Thanos with the 6 Infinite stones ,or
Galactus at the peak of his Strength and Might.
Life is real
Everyday is now and gone
So let's act now and not
tomorrow
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
I
am
at war.
with my heart and my brain.
my soul and my mind.
it’s a free for all battle
right in front of my eyes.
but instead of attacking each other,
they only attack me.
I can feel my heart beating.
Too hard.
Each pump pushes
not only the blood throughout my body
and the air in and out of my lungs
but it also
unleashes doses
of pain.
lethal in high amounts
and unfortunately for me
it feels like the whole bottle has been emptied into my system.
As I close my eyes, I can hear the words
my damaged heart whispers into my ear.
A plea for me
to cut away
all the ties
of this world
and to curl up
with the only one
I know means peace..
Me.
But, my brain is intent on interrupting those thoughts.
It has its own need to manipulate the feelings swirling inside of me.
It has its own agenda,
one where it leaves me standing over a ledge
overlooking my own downfall.
stranded and wondering,
why do I tear myself down?
because my mind tells me to.
the words that wiggle themselves down my eardrums have one and only one goal in mind.
and that is to torture me for the rest of my time.
and it’s working.
a storm is brewing within my head.
Rain and hail beat down on my brain
like they’re the hands
and my brain is the drum.
the sound it makes is enough to bring a man to his knees.
a beautiful masterpiece at the price of a life.
but I guess that’s okay
because that life never mattered anyways.
or so my mind tells me.
who am I to listen to, when both want me dead?
A heart that is tired of beating?
Or mind that is tired of thinking?
(Either way, I’m *******
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 10:44 AM UTC
in a battlefield
when your mind wages war
against that woman and i
for your heart's commitment
i will surrender this futile fight
for i cannot keep questioning my worth
every time i beg for your loyalty
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:51 AM UTC
My love
My heart
My one and only
My soulmate
I have loved you since first sight
Love your laugh
Loved your smile
Loved your warm heart
With you by my side
I was able to fight the darkness
I was able to see light growing inside
I was able to breathe freely
But with you gone
I feel like I’m suffocating
My heart aches so badly
That I can’t take it anymore
I was able to see you again
One last time
And all I felt was pain
And guilt
I did this
I caused you to leave
I pushed you away so far
That you ran to the arms of another
And for that I can never forgive myself
The guilt hurts so much
I can’t breath
My body is attacking itself
My head is so full of thoughts
That I can’t make go away
I can’t live like this
With you no longer by my side
I love you so much
And I tried to be strong
But the longer I fight
The more pain I’m in
You wish me a good life
Thinking that I’m strong enough
But I hide my true intentions
So I don’t hurt you
I’m sorry
I should have fought my head harder
I should have shown you how much I cared
How much I loved you
But it’s too late
And I have lost
In both battles
Of the heart
I no longer have you
Who I loved so much I wanted to live
And I no longer have my will
To fight my never ending thoughts
So I forfeit the match
I have fought for as long as I could
This is the end for me
And the beginning for you
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
You tell me that there is no way out
Before walking out the door
And I stand there; frozen
Slowly breaking down to the core.
You tell me everything’s said and done
And go quite for a lifetime
I sit there listening to the silence
Speaking thousand of words of crime
You tell me there is nothing left to look at
And you close your eyes
And I gaze around in the water
Slowly watching it turn into ice
I believe in everything that leaves your lips
Blinded by the darkness of the night
Because there is nothing else left to do
There is nothing left to fight.
The battlefield of our hearts empty now
Craving for just a little bit of mercy
The blood splattered around; stinking
Because we have no one clean the wounds.
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
Nothing shocks quite like
The unexpected backhand of love
Slapped across the face
Heart sustaining blow after blow
Bearing scars that will never be forgotten
Wearing invisible wounds as a badge of honor
Pick myself up, withstanding more
If love is a battlefield
Then I am ready for war
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 2:36 PM UTC
Where am I?
Please can someone tell me
Where am I?
I’m lost and confused
Can someone please be my guide?
It’s dark and cold
I’ve already ran into something twice
I’ve lost my mind 5 years ago
I think I saw it here
Can someone help me?
Tell me where I am
Someone is here
They are coming
Can someone help me?
They are here for me
They are here to take what I only have
They are waiting
They are watching
Help me please!
I’m lost in the forest of my mind.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
‘I don’t know’.
That isn’t an excuse. That’s not the easy way out.
I genuinely do not know the answer to the question you’re asking.
Oh you’re frustrated?
Imagine how I feel!!
You just asked that question.
I have been asking that question my entire life.
“Why can’t you just..?”
I
DON’T
KNOW !
I want to scream,
to cry,
to be heard in some way !!
and not because I need the attention but because I genuinely have something to say..
Something worth hearing..
I’m scared of what’s in my mind.
I’m scared that I’m running out of time.
I’m scared to be alone because I don’t trust myself.
Not around scissors.
Not around pills.
Not around myself.
Do you know how that feels?
Do you know how it feels
to not trust yourself
around yourself?
I am at war.
My mind
vs
Me
with my heart as a witness,
my soul as the prize
and my body, the battlefield.
I wonder..
Will I be a causality?
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
you approached me
on my way back home
we stopped
i looked into your
eyes
i looked at the core of
your soul
you didn't hide your emotions
yeah
i wanted you badly baby
i said:
"soldiers like me need tenderness
and i will give you tenderness"
slowly you took my hand as i
was already waiting
we walked into the night
my big gun was swinging
you pressed your body against it
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC