#fighters
My body is broken
But doesn't really matter
How badly beat up I get
My soul still wants
To pick a fight
I guess us fighters
Are just made like that
We never really know
When and how to quit
We're too **** tough
For our own good
We just want that fire
So we keep pushing
On and forward
Forward and on
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 12:06 PM UTC
That’s a reminder,
Of who I used to be.
Scars on my body,
Tell me to save my words.
“You’re too young and brash.”
It’s that big mouth of mine,
That gets me hurt.
I don’t think people,
Can take the truth today.
“You’re a bad man, you can’t save yourself.”
I chose silence,
In spite of the aggressor inside of me.
There’s nothing peaceful,
About the pacification of a fighter.
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
My tongue is on fire
And stuck am I, in a mire
Dangling like a carrot
And waiting to be devoured
Is some rather delicious food
Unfortunately, I am not in the mood
Because, every time I take a bite
My ******* tongue puts up a humungous fight
Locking me up in a torture chamber
And thus filling me with loads of anger
How dare you do this to me, O darned tongue?
Do you think I am a piece of dung?
My tongue is on fire
And it does not care
How hungry I am
Serious, it gives not a ****
Set before me, is a mouthwatering meal
However, becoming am I, rather dull
As I struggle and struggle
My tongue pulling me into deep trouble
Slowly, do I begin to think
That, desperately do I need a drink
Thus, do I consume an entire bottle of water
However, just as I begin to feel better
That infernal tongue throws tantrum after tantrum
Thus spelling my doom
Predictably, coming to my rescue is a sweet
Dear Diabetes, soon we may meet!
My tongue is on fire
However, beginning am I, to fight
Because, I give up not, so easily
And I DO take the doctor's advice seriously
However, my tongue ends up having the last laugh
Since all those medicines are apparently not enough
To prevent me from being forced
To make a few sacrifices
When it cometh to food
Which again spoils my mood
Moreover, just when the situation seems to be getting back to normal
Dinner turns out to be quite the ordeal
Not for the first time
And definitely not the last
I even wonder if I should fast!!
My tongue is on fire
However, as mentioned before
Never do I give up easily
Dear tongue, for now you may smile nastily
However, soon will the tables be turned
And then YOU are gonna be doomed
Enjoy your time while it lasts
And NO, I will NOT fast
No matter how many tricks you may have up your sleeve
Victory you are not gonna achieve
Never again!!
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 12:30 PM UTC
Warriors
Those who try to hurt others only end up hurting themselves, my love, passion and kindness is too strong.
I am a warrior, I am the sword, I am the shield & most importantly the voice of reason,
If you can relate then you too are a warrior, it is a revolutionary time and if you cannot relate then perhaps it’s a time for change and or a reconsideration.
Money, fortune and fame is not what we seek, it makes the heart weak, there is not enough space in my own or a fellow warrior’s heart for greed, pride or anything alike,
Hence,
Those who hurt others only end up hurting themselves.
We look to leaders, prophets & gurus for answers yet lose ourselves in the process, we forget that they are just people, and at times become unaware that they aren’t all that different from us, the answers lay within each and every one of us and we must remember that everyone is a teacher.
The fight never stops, we must push ourselves every day, so, keep fighting, keep that fire going and try not to lose yourself in the process but if you do, don’t be scared because there’s always help, you just need to reach out.
Don’t forget that we are not survivors, we are not animals nor are we predators or prey, we are human, we are warriors.
Hope you feel a little less alone,
Thank you.
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
What to do with our enemy?
There's nine hundred and ninety terrs there.
With sore limbs and no toys.
In time, word will get out.
Compromising us in future.
Over the edge!
You four, take three men each.
You know the drill.
The SF guys nodded and trotted off.
It wasn't said but done.
Were they being recorded?
Hopefully.
Would save the SAS a job.
Showing the world what happened to terrs.
Off the cliff one at a time.
Like jumping out of a plane.
Or into a swimming pool.
But with a four mile terminal velocity drop.
Two ex-terrorists are kept.
Prisoners.
Our mission continues.
We'll get back safe.
No one is lost yet.
Nothing will stop us.
For we keep your world safe.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
Photos
The larger than life SAS patrol saw the explosions.
They danced and flickered and sang like a drum.
Then silence.
They know we're here.
Later, the SF men came across their enemy.
A thousand angry ragged heads.
All lined up and armed for suicide.
The SAS get captured!
World's best captured by muzzahs.
Lined up themselves, a speech is given.
Muzzah leader goes on about Allah and all.
Trooper Captain has a plan: a mad one.
A roll call will be made.
When Rollbottom's name is called, it's time.
He'll drop his trousers and moon his ****
It'll be cold as they're so high up.
It begins.
Rollbottom?
Here Sir.
He got his chance to shine.
No longer a tour guide for no one but me.
Make us proud, friend.
Moons his **** and dances...
Later. The captured muzzahs, one thousand of them, are stressed.
In an American Gitmo stress position.
There's no escape!
Some do try in a French built Russian 'tank'.
It slides on the ice.
Tumbles off the edge of the mountain.
It's a four mile almost vertical drop to the bottom.
All eyes see the APC fall, becoming smaller.
It bounces a couple of times off cliffs.
Only stopping at the very bottom.
No fire but distant clangs.
No more escapes!
Over the edge with most of their arms.
Later. The SAS mission continues.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 9:54 AM UTC
ill drop a t-bomb ill start world war 3...
ill blow up the moon...
ill turn off the sun...
ill make the world stop turning...
ill **** everyman on earth with my bare hands...
no construction can compare to your illusion
youre a god **** boss
youre a god **** GODDESS
ILL DO LIFE FOR YOU
I AIN SCARED
I GO OFF SON
ITS RIOTS IN THE STREETS
PULL UP
1 WAY IN 1 WAY OUT
50CAL 2 MILE
LAZER
CALL MY KU KLUX COPPER HAND
DROP THE CHOPPER HANDS
AIRBARGES FILLED WITH CRATES OF MONEY
RESSURECTION
PRAY TO THE LORD NO QUESTIONS
10K BODIES SINGLE HANDEDLY
NOONE ELSE
ME ***** ME ZACK
THE ONE AN ONLY
I GET INTO THESE WOMEN MINDS
**** THEIR EMOTIONS
no need for materials when its all soul...
soul music love from the heart...
bringing gifts passing blessings...
the day you got me wrong the day i ****** them all...
now we got SATAN OR YESHUA...
we in love all the above tatted till death...
me an you togther forever...
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC
Dear Fearless Writers--Fighters,
Never in my life
Have I felt such an
Embrace
By those both
Like-minded &
Inspiring
I've written more since
Joining you all
Than I ever have before
I hope to publish
My works in time
Thanks to you
HelloPoetry
Thank you to Eliot &
To the rest as well,
c
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
I am a third generation of ****** assault victims.
A third generation.
My mother before me had experienced assault time and time again.
I don’t believe I even know all the stories.
She experienced men who thought that because they can push your head where they wanted meant that she would not, could not, fight back.
Man, were they surprised when they felt the sharp ridges of her teeth sink into their shaft.
My mother is a fighter.
Her mother before her experienced a man who hid behind a medical license
He said if she wanted to be cleared to go back to work, she simply had to pull down her pants.
She was there to check on her shoulder.
She told him that there was no way and he could tell the company whatever he wanted but she was not going to be taking off her pants.
They later arrested this man for molesting dozens of patients.
A ********* under the guise of a medic.
My grandmother was a fighter.
And don’t you dare think that for some reason growing older gets you a pass.
At 72, she moved into a new apartment building with people of all ages and backgrounds.
One day, walking home, a man decided to press his naked body against a window while she walked by.
He gyrated his hips and touched himself as she ran by.
Sometimes I worry if he’ll step out from behind the glass.
Me though? I do not know if I am a fighter.
Maybe its because my assault took a different form, one they rarely talk about.
When my older cousin asked me to play a game I was thrilled to be a part of her world.
It took me years to realize that where she kissed and what she touched and the game we played was actually how women have ***
Years later I had a boyfriend, and for some reason when my lips said no, he heard ask again.
Ask again and again until she feels worn down. Ask again until she gives in.
Because that’s your boyfriend, aren’t you supposed to fulfill his needs?
How dare you be ***** or sick or not in the mood.
Men have needs, and can’t you see when they commit to just you, that’s your role.
When I was 21 I naively thought that I could make friends with a boy.
I told him before we ever met that I was not looking for love, nor *** just a friend.
However, he reached for the check. However, he reached for my neck.
He kissed me, big whoop, I can live with that.
But then he put my hand on his lap to feel his hardness and asked me to **** it.
I lied and said not tonight, knowing I would never see him again, and left.
Maybe I am a fighter.
Maybe every woman I know is a fighter.
When my mother, my friends, my sisters, my roommates, my cousins, and the stranger on the street has a story like mine, don’t you think that it’s time?
Time to teach men that women, we are fighters.
I am a third generation of fighter.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
Perplexed in glorious rush
of telling you
thank you,
for the days,
hours,
minutes
and seconds
of this.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
Oceans couldn't keep me away from you, distances aren't reachable, I'll swim to you, love, street-fight or die trying, the stars and the infinite galaxies won't keep me from your love, it's the same old story, guy meets girl, but I am a fighter and a lover, I'll fight Bulls with no sword, I won't cheat, I'll use my hands, I'll run and ride wild horses to be by your side, I'll swim with sharks with no cage, fearless heart made with fiery stone, our love is deep, and I'll stop at nothing to die by your side, the same old story ... This story is endless, I'll conquer kingdoms, **** them with love to make you mine, till I crawl bare-boned ****** ravished to hold your hand and make you mine...
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
*Their voices echo along the threads of time
I read their works on tattered pages
They say their words did but rhyme
Their's were for inspiration,not wages
They told stories like real witnesses
Of agonizing times and sicknesses
The soldiers of their sweet narrations
They say rode on horses of generations
Triumphant over the trend, glorious
Shooting arrows past lineages,like warriors
They fought against pride and Prejudice
Across boundaries, winged like Pegasus
They flew to bring merit of words and lines
And stood the test of time like wild pines
They used sharp words instead of swords
Only received rejection ,sometimes nods
Walked long distances,endured perspiration
Sleepless ,so to cultivate some inspiration
They were young but with mature souls
Their relentless effort vividly like Moles
Burrowed through even hardened hearts
And with needles of kindness stitched cuts
Finely weaved justice on paper like Mats
And spread it for the world,across all parts
When speech was hated and persecuted
They stood strong and instead recruited
The course of changes threatened to slay
Erosion corroded letters worse than clay
Their beautiful hearts where kindness lay
Were battered and butchered causing hope to decay
A season came when all was but a lost cause
And were tales of how once upon a time it was
Yet again like a phoenix someday they rose
From the ashes of history, how? Nobody knows
They were stronger and mightier than mortals
And travelled through un fathomed portals
They built a very powerful mental kingdom
Above the prestigious tower of wisdom
Where they reigned like the fires on doom at Mordor
Freed so many prisoners of their situations
Across the entire universe and her nations
Gave them keys so they unlock more doors
Stanzas crawled like maggots across all avenues
With mixed feelings the world received the news
Though were skewed to embracing the return
Because for once they saw a flame of peace burn
Their tears were wiped by every piece they read
Poets let them realize war wasn't only in their head
Reason flowed like waters in fountains and streams
Readers believed once again in their dreams
And like poetry and poets they didn't sit back and cry
Every poem they read,sad or not told them to get up and try
And when they finally got victory over their inner strife
Not even once did they forget poems changed their life*
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Cruel times, cruel hearts of fighters
Going to death under the orders of the fathers,
For the blood that binds them,
Both the brothers who fell and friends still alive,
Brutal century, cruel eyes of the war,
Staring with soulless of Satan on the human world,
Yeah heard journalists huskiness news,
Yes does not relieve a state of alarm of the soldiers ' mothers,
What are waiting for years for news of the children.
Is it possible the war to stop?
All sufferers to give a lot?
Blow out fires, bridges to restore?
But the smell of blood strong for the sharks,
Give no rest, so sweet it is.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
Its those moments
when we try our hardest
not to fall
that we begin to
C R U M B L E
B.oF
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
Just as I thought we were beginning to fall apart, he took my hands, looked me in the eyes, and said "No, we're fighters." I've never felt so strong in my life, standing there looking back at him.
By Chloe Elizabeth
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
I know our team has struggles
but I'm okay with that
our love is spread
never dead
never dread
even though
some tears may be shed
even though
some fights might be held
so go ahead
ride your horse
wear your mask
set your tasks
hold you shield
cause we're both soldiers
fighting
fighters in this battlefield
-o.h
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
you're my oxygen
I can't breathe without you
you're my brain
I won't function without you
you're my blood
my body can't circulate without you
together we form a team:
so memorable
so inseparable
so impeccable
never degradable
never unacceptable
always unforgettable
always immeasurable
no one can ever calculate us
even though some might crave us
-o.h
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
we live in cities,
where
memories of us collide
and we never have to hide
what we left behind
and we never really need to tide
cause our tears dried
and for our love we both plied
-o.h
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC