#comrade
You see words the same way I do,
With eyes that glow in yearning,
With heart bursting at the seams—
My comrade, you are.
We traverse these dimensions
Of black and white,
Where the smell of papers
Lingers into our lives.
Each smile is a memory,
A dream or an adventure;
We have bonds beyond reality
More precious than any treasure.
It is carved deep into our marrow,
Identical to the myths that we hallow,
The moment you read any prose,
Fate binds us as fellows.
Your mind and my mind
Like God's hands they intertwined,
Creating myriads of realities
That only we could realize.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:10 AM UTC
Let's talk about revenge,
with a poem that ignites the fire
and then burns an identity.
You will find a sleeping monster within you
that you have been deliberately ignoring.
Let's talk about how an upheaval in the bodies oppressed reality,
a war that rages inside our heads.
I am a liberation warrior.
You are a comrade of struggle.
A spirit that is no longer
only shown in the metaphor of words
or the love of romantic characters
in the love life that haunts adolescence a lot.
Let's talk about revenge,
a fictional monster,
and a boy who stands bullied
wanting to show his identity
in every ******* world order.
Losers behold, those who flock!
And for he has long been alone,
fighting monsters in poisoned brains,
and a stomach that is only the main goal
of fighting for power,
now we are again in vain.
Let's talk, really the truth!
No love grows other than our love for ourselves.
Awaken!
Even if neither you are the hero,
nor the main character!
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 4:30 PM UTC
Rough and wet of tongue
silky of fur and hide
bestest bestest friend
on a lifelong ride
Paws to pavement
ground and grass
ever by my side
Companions to the bitter end
simple joy and pride
As the winter years roll on
as we slow and creak
in the company of canines
never alone or weak
Paws to the carpet
tile and or wood
if only they could speak
Comrades in silence be
both of us
antiques
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
I will always remember
Swinging with you in the night
January through December
You were my safe place, my light
Little sister I always favored
Saving me from every scree
Always kind, and rarely untoward
Without you, I wouldn't be me
The simple sweet moments we have had
Laughing, talking, and crying too
In everything you were my comrade
Even my relationship guru
When little, you'd climb into my bed
And even now as we are grown
Though some pieces have been left unsaid
All silence between us is known
Lovely little sister
Inseparable friend
Through the sweet and bitter
You are here to the end
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
"Gunshots and gun wounds
Freeze
Firefly crossing.
-
Yeah, as time goes on the reality that we are nothing sets in
It's a fire to be put out, but it's a part of us all the same
Hey. It's what I live for to be challenged and crushed by truant fools and falsehood names
Stayed away.
But then I saw the closer tides going out-
And I was angry, having fear and doubt
Why enter my life just to leave so quick
Calling back to new things? - frick that makes me sick
I mean, I can understand children cutting off their own hands
(It's not a literal thing, but a drawing in the sand)
But such a strong connection, oh my- what a collection
And as the shelf falls off the wall
I can't help but think of myself as small
Porcelain pieces strewn across the floor
Such loud noise, you can't possibly ignore
But you do.
So silent and uncaring, a bountiful tree no fruit baring
Caught staring
Let me steal back the flowers
Endless hours, counted by the flowers
And still
So mighty was your name, banner brought no blame
The same in shape all over
Clover four leafed, created the world- the world over
Show her my life, as you would have given
It's okay I guess, as long as she lives
And doesn't take as much structure infection
As the tower you once called an amalgamate effort."
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
A long time ago,
He was my son
Residue of an infamous
House, a feeble little boy.
But today he reminds
Me a potent revolution,
He reminds me God and
He, the loyal opposition,
He reminds me hope and
Rage that pass the veins
Of my country, he, my son.
A long time ago,
He was my son
Today he isn’t just my son
He’s truth, he’s light, he’s
Hope and future, he’s India.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
When the heart is stilled,
and our eyes are blind.
When our limbs are lead,
and our hands are chained and numb.
Keep your eyes open,
Use the pain to stay alive.
Protect your Allies son,
protect them with your life.
Get them out of the dark,
and lead them into the light.
Protect your comrades son,
Protect them with your life.
* Even if only one of you can
leave this fiery Hell.*
If even only one of you survives
then a victory has been one!
For they cannot stop you child,
If together you stand and fight!
Fight for your rights my Child,
Fight to live your life!
Fight for what you believe in Son,
fight for what you know is right.
Defend your brothers and Sisters son,
protect what you hold most tight.
You know your lives are ending,
as you stand and fight.
But as you lay here dying,
You see him striding through the light.
He stands tall and strong now,
the Boy now a man,
Not a child in any's eyes,
Standing tall in the light.
With his Infantry behind him,
he blasted all enemies in sight.
When the others saw him they burst into tears,
For their arrival also washed away their fears.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC