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#sacrificed
Can I call you my unfulfilled wish? For I longed for you with every breath, dreamed of you in countless nights. Your presence lingered in every thought, your absence echoed in every heartbeat. I envisioned our moments, delicate and divine, loved you in silence and in secret. You became the prayer upon my lips, the desire woven into my soul. I yearned for your every sense, every touch, every emotion. I pursued you relentlessly, shed tears in the hope of your embrace. I sacrificed my joy, endured pain to protect you. I crossed every boundary to see your smile, poured my very essence into offering you happiness.
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Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 5:00 AM UTC
Unfulfilled Wish
I saw your face when I heard the news I cried too because you were so nice I swear, I thought you were an angel. I didn't know you, but you touched me You sacrificed yourself for this man That is why you are up in heaven.
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Angel
let me rant awhile for what good it may do to open the valve if only briefly for as one wave after another of sheer indignity is reported survivor guilt courses through me yet even this was not mine to choose for I don't happen to have been born Jewish or black - and that doesn't make me more - or less - worthy of dignity but I can observe closely what it is like to be pilloried and persecuted for one's peaceful contacts and communications holding personal beliefs at odds with a regime and a rage courses through me on contemplating 'man's inhumanity to man' - though written long ago that the world would be so, where hatred would replace kindness, love, empathy I deplore the way an ideology of one disturbed, possessed person can lead to millions donning a uniform, henceforth labelling one sector of humankind 'persona non grata' to be mercilessly pursued in legitimized genocide, even savaging little children frightened lads caught on the run made to hold arms for food mamas with babes in arms forced to watch them dashed to pieces then buried alive underground their infant cries still heard while their mothers were ***** - as beleaguered, beautiful Estonia was brought to it's knees... and I weep and rant feel knives in my gut blood pulsing swift - then take hold of myself seek to understand, if that be possible, even a smidgen of such distorted thinking to delve into the mind of a hateful deviate for but a moment and remain intact so I scan his written mantra and come to see that all deeply held convictions must have at its core RESPECT lest it attract the weak and easily led, or those forced into submission seeking to simply stay alive and they find themselves taking part in a forest fire of polluted propaganda a flood of merciless devastation, while their deluded leader continues to spout forth venom in the distorted notion that they would actually be acting in society's best interests or worse still: 'in the name of God' (Acts 5:39; Hosea 4:1-3)
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
dynamics of genocide (strong themes)
let me rant awhile for what good it may do to open the valve if only briefly for as one wave after another of sheer indignity is reported survivor guilt courses through me yet even this was not mine to choose for I don't happen to have been born Jewish or black - and that doesn't make me more - or less - worthy of dignity but I can observe closely what it is like to be pilloried and persecuted for one's peaceful contacts and communications holding personal beliefs at odds with a regime and a rage courses through me on contemplating 'man's inhumanity to man' - though written long ago that the world would be so, where hatred would replace kindness, love, empathy I deplore the way an ideology of one disturbed, possessed person can lead to millions donning a uniform, henceforth labelling one sector of humankind 'persona non grata' to be mercilessly pursued in legitimized genocide, even savaging little children frightened lads caught on the run made to hold arms for food mamas with babes in arms forced to watch them dashed to pieces then buried alive underground their infant cries still heard while their mothers were ***** - as beleaguered, beautiful Estonia was brought to it's knees... and I weep and rant feel knives in my gut blood pulsing swift - then take hold of myself seek to understand, if that be possible, even a smidgen of such distorted thinking to delve into the mind of a hateful deviate for but a moment and remain intact so I scan his written mantra and come to see that all deeply held convictions must have at its core RESPECT lest it attract the weak and easily led, or those forced into submission seeking to simply stay alive and they find themselves taking part in a forest fire of polluted propaganda a flood of merciless devastation, while their deluded leader continues to spout forth venom in the distorted notion that they would actually be acting in society's best interests or worse still: 'in the name of God' (Acts 5:39; Hosea 4:1-3)
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You were the smallest baby when you were born How could we have guessed you'd be such a thorn? You put the twinkle in our eye It reminds me daily when I look at my thigh. I hate moments we argue, hate when we fight You have been so wrong but mostly you're right Can't imagine giving birth to a child You sacrificed lots to make sure I smiled I dedicated life to my daughter Little did I know that would stupidly start some slaughter Now you go begin life on your own I stand back watching how much you have grown Very confident and bold More valuable than silver or gold I did not ask to be brought into this world Hands tiny, innocently curled So much time has passed since then Now you're not just my mom, you're my best friend! Raising you taught me so much With more ahead in store Every day that passes I Love more and more
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
You Sacrificed A Lot
When they see their off spring being lifted out of their place Hung by their tail, they squeal and cry for their parents recuse, their heart's race. Devastation stings their round soft ears as they run for their baby's call But as they see the hand raise their child over their height of limitation, their hopes and dreams fall... It was too late... SMACK went the poor, frail body and skull of the little one... The hand quickly slammed it against the table... Now knocked out...no way to escape or run SNAP The two fingers forced its neck bone to submit to their strength The parents time of grief and mourning had no length Frozen shock is the only expression that defines their baby mouses face In a Blank stare of horror as the blood dripped from their once beloved babies lips... leaving a ****** taste They scurry away in disbelief to gather the rest of their kin that still remain alive... Because they'll never know who will be up next... to be forced to give up their life... and die Because... Something always has to be sacrificed... in order to keep something else alive...
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
How do the mice feel?...
My lover hid me under his wings Away from my unpleasant fears That he'd rather drown and break his fist Than see me wear another ring Yet I don't love my lover And there's not a reason why His fragile heart will scatter For that I should die My love doesn't love me Well that's the truth I didn't see He tempted my soul to leave purity And as I take a step, little do I know I was the devil all along
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 5:03 AM UTC
love me not