#defender
Where you stand now,
can be moved.
It's either you or
the ground.
Is it light you seek
or darkness?
If you remain immovable
Like that thing in the street,
Tripping, your face will meet
The ground, hard.
Lay ****** and bruised,
Defiant as the cement
That slapped your face.
It gets dark real fast
When all you hear is the mold
That lays you to rest.
Be alert and aware like
A library door.
Possibly your unnoticed
Life is awakened by
Words that wrap you with
History and comfort as if
Every minute is the opening
From a wrapper of your
Favourite candy. Live
In the trace of light
Where you stand.
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 12:28 PM UTC
you are my defender,
I don't need a pretender,
you hold the lock and key,
to my heart; set me free,
from the misogyny.
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 5:48 PM UTC
You’ve come to my rescue many a time.
But not in the way you might think.
Yes, you do help me in the typical way.
Pulling me up before I sink.
But it’s all the small things you do for me.
The accidental things, that only I see.
That really mean the most to me.
Kind gestures with no intent or agenda.
It’s just who you are, my defender.
You see, the sweet things that you do and say.
They rescue me every day.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
I know, dear. There is low oxygen in a hamster ball, but you're told: "keep running! Keep running!" and you're like, "What the hell, Defender of Whatever, don't you know I need a break? It's getting really hot, but my heart is cold; I'm sleepless, but restless; my thoughts are stale, and my everything is irrelevant!" and the Defender of Whatever is all: "Mercy is for cowards! And, you, you're no coward, you're an American!" and then you respond, ever defiantly: "Where I exist has nothing do to with why I exist." The Defender of Whatever explodes…
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC