#injured
Just to add insult to injury you're taking her where you took me telling everyone she is your girl trying to shake up my broken world Are you happy it's hurting me? Does she know she'll be the next to be just another on the list you made of those you use and degrade If it didn't look like jealousy, I'd forewarn her of your tendencies She is just a pawn in your game another victim with a different name I hope she sees you for who you really are before you add her heart to your jar
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
Away
Get yourself out of here
Disgust?
Of course not.
I said...
Leave this place
I cannot hold on
Any longer
To such a
Corrupted tabernacle
I'll swallow the pain
Try not to inflict it
You weren't the one
Removed my arm
Now I'll say again
Run away
From the injured one.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 9:21 PM UTC
"You're my sun,"
He murmured, picking up the traces of daisies
That scattered the ground,
"My moon,"
He caught the petals as they fell from the cluster,
"My stars,"
A sigh parted his lips,
Dropping the injured bouquet from his hands,
"And everything in between..."
The petals spread near him
Like diamonds flashing on the soil
Forming a cosmos around his tracks.
He lost himself for love and in return,
The galaxy lost him too.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
Being physically torn
Left a mental tear
And I have to hope
Both heal at the same rate
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Scorched flesh,
So inflamed and infected,
Fresh damage to self.
Flames dance after thee,
As you break away.
Your in dire need for a rescue,
But hate to complain.
Burns meet silence,
As cream heals all but the screams.
They set your insides aflame,
Everything physically a crisp,
As you mentally try to breath.
Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
Broken down and bust
Fallen idol with rust
No love nor lust
Forgotten covered in dust.
Large serving of self pity
Tired of this grey city
Back to the nitty gritty
Oh such a pity.
The end is nigh
Best quickly get high
Do it down on the sly
Knowing everyone will ask why.
Take a big bite of that crust
In God we pretend to trust
Life doesn't have to be just
Broken down and bust.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 4:11 PM UTC
My enemies have injured my wings not to fly
I am with bare head and foot under naked sky
Now I am ready for the brawl from eye to eye
Being professional soldier I haven't learnt to cry
Enemies may resort to their tricks being weak
I know my limitations I will never ever seek
My future is bright their future is but just bleak
Their actions are oblique my approach is unique
I am determined to be soldier of God to be martyr
I do not have a shopkeeper's mind to go for barter
I don't attack from back but remain front to declare
I am a soldier being frank straightforward and fair
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC
When I was in her shoes,
somewhat,
I could be injured by any word,
anything.
If only they could feel what I feel.
I forget what I felt.
I have only cultivated a hard shell,
as I dole out
negativity.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
picture perfect plastic dolls
line up in the ballet hall
masks adjusted, shoes pulled on
the cameras flash, the lights are on.
flaunt their figures, beguile the boys
wildly pirouetting with a perfect poise
a silent chorus of envy they sing
patch the masks and sew a grin.
the curtain falls, the masquerade drops
her pointe shoes are all worn out
her toes are bleeding, her ankle’s sprained
but a sparkling reputation she has claimed.
a perfect picture of plastic dolls
lined up with their masks all on
the colours fade, the angle’s changed
to show beneath, their melted face.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
*everyone wants
to slip away
casually -
but you cant
slip through
the cracks
without earning
a few scrapes
if youre caught
between a rock
and a hard place,
something will
end up broken
because the
foundation
you build your
love on
cannot be made
of something like
sand*
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
I was watching as the parade passed by
All the soldiers and the tanks
I figured that in some small way
I must go tell them "Thanks"
I worked my way throughout the crowd
To where the parade would end
And hopefully my small "thanks"
Would get me a new friend
I watched as people finished
I got my words straight in my head
I walked up to a soldier
And this is what he said...
I am not a hero
Just a soldier, nothing more
I'm just doing my duty
As so many have before
I'm a soldier, not a hero
I am just the same as you
I'm just doing my duty
As I know that you would too
I shook his hand and said my "Thanks"
Then I moved away, unnerved
I had to tell him more...
Tell him that I'm glad he served
I turned and at that moment
I saw, a glint, a little sheen
Right above this mans left boot
Where his shin bone should have been
I went back on my mission
I had my words there in my head
He smiled, pulled his pant leg down
And this is what he said...
I am not a hero
Just a soldier, nothing more
I'm just doing my duty
As so many have before
I'm a soldier, not a hero
I am just the same as you
I'm just doing my duty
As I know that you would too
I shook his hand and smiled
Left him standing all alone
With a leg of polished metal
Where once before was bone
To me, he is a hero
And he will be 'till he's dead
I remember how he cut me off
And I remember what he said....
I am not a hero
Just a soldier, nothing more
I'm just doing my duty
As so many have before
I'm a soldier, not a hero
I am just the same as you
I'm just doing my duty
As I know that you would too
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
Hahaha
Quincy Valero, once again on crutches
He always manages to do this to himself
This time he was in his required exercise class and dislocated his knee
I just laugh at this
When we were younger he got roaring drunk and began doing an inebriated salsa
"SALSA KING!"
We all chanted
All of a sudden one leg wen one way and one the other way
He screamed in pain
It was a hairline fracture
Another time he had a lovers quarrel with this girl he was seeing
They fought all the time
Like all the time
And one night in a furious rage
Quincy punched a wall and fractured his hand
A few weeks later I had a pool party
And Quincy had to wrap his damaged hand in a plastic bag and hold it at a 90 degree angle the whole time
He takes all these injuries to heart
He's the kind of guy who has always got to be moving
He's always gyrating, talking, laughing
And when he's even the tiniest bit immobile or disabled
He goes into a short period of depression and self pity
It's just funny to me because just when I think he'll be okay
Some how he manages to just get himself hurt
The clutz haha
Even now, I'm talking to him
He hurt his thumb the other night at a party he threw two days ago
LONG LIVE THE SALSA KING!
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC