#shield
The people I once knew
shifted– softly, then all at once,
their warmth dimming into distance.
I walked among them
a stranger in my own story,
an unfamiliar face
veiled in quiet black.
They thought it was loss–
that I had hidden something precious,
that I had buried beauty
like a secret too heavy to carry.
But this–
this is my offering.
A devotion stitched in shadow,
a choice carved from certainty,
a surrender not to the world
but to something higher than its gaze.
I keep my beauty
like a sacred verse–
whispered, not displayed,
revealed only to those
who are meant to understand.
Still, I felt it–
their indifference,
their questions dressed as pity.
“Her husband must have forced her.”
Their voices lingered
behind my back
like echoes that never learned my name.
But if they listened–
truly listened–
they would know
this was never a cage.
This was my will,
my shield,
my quiet rebellion.
And in the stillness of it,
I am closer–
closer than I have ever been–
to God.
♡ lil-usagi
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:14 PM UTC
I listen to happy music because if I don’t I‘ll fall down a hole.
i listen to sad music because i can’t keep feeling alone and distraught
I can’t stand people who like sad music.
I did once, but I didn’t like who it turned me into.
Happy is a shield I bring to each war,
To block out the despair and misery.
I listen to happy music because if I don’t I‘ll fall down a hole.
i can’t stand people who like happy music
the fake enjoyment and laughter
the music with its aggressively happy beats making u think,
“why can’t that be me?”
i did once but that part of me is lost
i listen to sad music because i can’t keep feeling alone and distraught
The things I can’t stand: the things I can’t say.
I have so many walls, just a beaming sun ray.
Even against myself.
My heart is a mixtape, its ending unknown.
I listen to happy music because if I don’t I‘ll fall down a hole.
the things i couldnt stand, my gosh the things i couldnt say
because this prison i have built for myself is where i will stay
these cells built with loneliness for the metal
my heart aches and cries as i lose myself each night
i listen to sad music because i can’t keep feeling alone and distraught
music is like a dual edged sword
soft and serenading
and deep dagger cuts
piercing my skins edges.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 11:32 PM UTC
Throughout the day
Your smile shines through,
It is precious,
And it is True.
A sweet soul lies beneath
Gleaming even when there's rain,
Yet even your smile fades,
Seeing you hurt brings me pain.
Be the sword that saves the day,
Be the shield that stops the blade,
Be the shelter when it rains,
And when it's sunny, be the shade.
Protect your smile,
For it is precious.
And save your soul,
For it is so sweet.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 6:20 AM UTC
A pen needs a cap to stay whole,
Like I need you to guard my soul.
A book needs a cover, strong and true,
Just like I find my shield in you.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
The Lord God is our sword and shield
As we walk upon this battlefield.
We are called to stand up and fight
For justice, for truth, for all that is right.
Here upon this solemn hill, we stand
We will overcome by God's might right hand.
The Lord is my fortress and my strong tower
In His wake, mercy and grace shall flower.
Take up the Rosary, lift high the Holy Cross
All that I am or have, I count it as loss
For, without you, I am nothing.
Your very breath is my life
Your death paid the price
Without your love, I am empty and hollow
Without your voice, I cannot follow
Without your light, I fade away
Lord, I need you, everyday!
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
In these times we are LIVING IN,
it is HARD TO REVEAL,
Whether if GENUINE or FAKE,
It's a THING we all have to DEAL.
Of all of the MAKEUP,
of a FACE that IS CONCEALED,
LASHES, WEAVES, and TATTOOS,
Of a FACADE is your COMFORT and SHIELD
We HIDE BEHIND these THINGS because
We just CANNOT UNVEIL,
We don't want to BE JUDGED or
hear how PEOPLE REALLY FEEL.
So, In these DAYS and TIME,
We SHIELD our OUTSIDES FROM WITHIN
We don't want to SHOW the REAL US,
INSTEAD we CHOOSE NOT to
BE GENUINE!!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/3/2024
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 1:56 PM UTC
Standing in
Your shadow
Not able to see
Or feel
The light
Source...
Sometimes
It's not so easy
To just
Move
Dec 15, 2023
Dec 15, 2023 at 12:03 PM UTC
Only the strong
can be pierced by the sharp sword of truth
Only the strong
walk unarmed unafraid into the fire
Only the strong
carry the weak and shield the hapless
For strong is its own master
never servant to mere powers
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 11:37 PM UTC
In a world where power is the ultimate reward, remember: you can be just as effective
with a shield as you can with a sword
Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 7:07 PM UTC
Empire caused "Meek" and "Warden"
to become lost for the people divided.
The ancient etymological root intent and
definition of Meek: A person who is trained
and experienced in wielding the sword
who attempts to keep the sword sheathed for
as much as logically possible.
State and Church are cut from
the same cloth, designed to divide,
denature, and disarm on many levels.
State, Corporation, and Church (snot to be mistaken with sacred Vedas and source
codes. King David's and King Solomon's
writing is lush and powerful, and following
the lessons of Isa KRST can cause a more
peaceful, sustainable world),
close your inner eye.
Empire wants the peasants to believe
in "Meek" in a specific way for obvious reasons.
"Warden" is meant to be defined as not ever technically owning anything on Earth, including our children, and that it's our duty to natural Earth laws and Mother womb to stand against perpetrators who goose-step through the gardens and creeks.
"Warden" became inverted, turned on its
head to empty people's heads and pockets.
There are those who need to be dark for the
others. There are good dark fallen petals that
have their own light to survive the darkness.
The dark fallen petals lean towards the
divine feminine to bring balance and
harmony to the universal laws when toxic
male Jinn fire energy grows and spreads
into unbalance and unsustainability.
There are those of us who carry fangs
For Earth Womb, are willing supplicant cubs For Mother Huntress—sacred arrows
Notched in watery bow-spring.
Never Surrender to that which offers worse than death.
Surrender only to that which offers the water of life.
The Greatest Deception within the
Grand Illusion is to make people believe
that fire resembles false water:
Multifaceted, modified bait and switch.
The dark fallen petals fill their bowls
with water, then place the flame upon the water.
Filling your bowl first with fire, burns your mind and spirit into a husk. Attempting to extinguish a burning bowl with water, causes a polluted, murky brain and mind.
Always fill your pond with water,
let the water lilies and lotus grow
into wide open bloom. Always fill your chalice with water, then add the flame
upon the water. Mind as water, fluid,
able to flow alongside universal change
while adhering to universal constants.
State and Church are parasitic templates.
I'm snot suggesting that most people are bad and corrupted. You know the proverbial cliché: The road to hell is paved in good intentions. Prolonged saturation of negative entrenchment causes most every product to be negatively toxic regardless of initial intent going in.
Church and State are designed to close the inner eye and burn down the bowl permanently, leaving the hollow host with a jughead to fill with remote control leash and halter.
Church and State are designed to offer fire gift-wrapped in false water: The deceptive light that's obsessed with lighting candles in
an attempt to compensate for a burned down inner bowl that bathes the host in artificial light.
The nexus point between Church and State is the most insidious force that I've ever faced.
People who haven't already learned to do so, need to learn how to shield their minds from here on in. The next 15 years or so are gonna include some extraordinarily weird and intense moments and happenings across the world.
Learning to place the flame upon the water saved my body, mind, and spirit; It's the cleanest process and advice that I can offer.
It isn't an ultimate universal cure-all, as that is a wolf in sheep's clothing; It's a process that people can use to find their answers.
Empire always offers the ultimate answers, the psychopath that opportunistically builds traps as supposed solutions that lead to freedom and safety. Offered via State or Church, the answers are fire god traps disguised as water.
Nevermind conspiracy theory too, perceive it from various angles and scopes of objective perspective: please consider: trillions upon trillions of particles and particulates that range between organic and xenobiotic, natural and artificial, genetic and non-genetic: variables within trillions of natural and artificial rays, waves, pulses, beams, X, strings, that are emitted from trillions of organic and inorganic sources, such as uranium belts, stars, billions of wires, antennae, coils, tubes, on and on, BLASTED
into our bodies 24/7, awake, while asleep. While we dream.
Tinfoil (lol) can refract X negatively onto other reflective and refractive surfaces, cause amplification of ocular reception. Also, a wave/beam that might've passed through the skull and brain only once, can be bounced around the skull due to a tinfoil hat placed upon the crown.
Our bodies get hit within inevitability. The mix includes multifaceted physiological and psychological levels. And, images—trillions of images expressed in various states and forms.
Fire disguised as water causes hyper-inner conflict, shame, guilt, and fear that, when prolonged, eventually breaks the mind. A mind can break only however many times that it takes to bring specific minds to unfixable state.
Empire attempts to trick you into placing fire into your chalice first, it's that clean, base, simple, and primary.
Water religions/psychology/projections
produce more peaceful, accepting societies
that range in every possible mix of melanin and spice. Whenever a society retrogrades back to fire god worship and Sun sacrifice psychology and belief systems, the people and land become poisoned and dry, divided, cleaved under the weight of the cloven hoof
after having built another Tower of Babel.
Water cools the tempered sword
Glowing freshly from the forge.
Blossoming open in one way
Protects in many ways
That can't happen without acceptance.
When the dove sparks, stirs, drinks
From your chalice, and unfolds her wings into golden light inside your brain,
Empire's messaging no longer
Makes sense in a good way.
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 9:24 PM UTC
i am a sword
that acts as a shield
and, thus, falls apart.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 5:36 PM UTC
A way of expression,
A method of destruction,
A powerful shield,
A mighty weapon,
A piece of art,
An escapism...
No matter what you call it,
Poetry is beautiful.
Keep at it, young poet-
I believe in you.
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 10:47 AM UTC
My Home....
The shield I had over my emotions was broke,
I turned around, consumed by fear of losing control over the last threads.
But,
He pulled me into his arms and hugged me close.
The intoxicating smell of him lingered in my mind,
I immediately relaxed in those strong arms.
The melodies rhythm of his heart was cherry on the top,
and I felt drifting away.
"Feeling better now, my Lil' fighter," He asked.
His voice was just above a whisper,
but that baritone voice sent a shiver to my spine.
I looked into his eyes,
His hypnotic gaze held my own.
His hands touched my ******** and I instantly felt butterflies swirling around my stomach.
He smiled, bemused by mischievous acts of his own and my reaction.
He came closer and joined his forehead to mine and said
"I always with you, no matter what."
That moment I knew, I found it,
My Home!
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 2:41 PM UTC
If Love were a battle which side would you choose
For one Side will claim victory and the other side shall lose
As one side puts trust in armor to protect and shield their heart
As the opposite side wears nothing but trust and faith as the battle is to start
Arrows begin to sore bouncing from the hearts wearing armor made of steel
Others left wounded and scarred of the ones they don’t ****
Love Will never be felt by the ones left without injury and walked away
But the ones that had trust and faith That let down their guard will find true love one day
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
And I'm hurting
And I'm collapsing in on myself
And I just don't want to hurt you
I want to shield you
From a world you're accustomed to
I want to protect you
From things that you've already seen
Because maybe you've been around the world a thousand times
And maybe you've already been cut into pieces
But I haven't
And maybe
Maybe you're the one protecting me
Clasping my hands with yours when I get nervous
Holding me close and hugging me till I want to breathe again
So please, let me stand in front of you
I'll take the brunt of the blow
And I'll know you'll be there to catch me
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
Agents of Shield is the show that really has my whole heart
I'm gonna miss them so much, can you take me back to the start?
It was a beautiful journey I went on and now its at its end.
I can't even begin to thank you for my friends.
I've made so many from this show.
I loved to watch all of us grow.
I know we'll be sad once it's over.
But happy it brought all of us closer.
I love you so much I hope you know that.
I'm gonna miss seeing the love shown here in fact.
I could go on and on about the things you did for me.
about how you made my depression leave so I could be free.
It's the simple things like a smile from my favorite person.
It really lit up my day thats for certain.
so now I say goodbye to the show that holds a special place in my heart.
Knowing I'll never truly say goodbye.... if I go from the start.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
Truly I have the will inside me
To push my chest out and bare my dignity
Like a thumping paw of an elephant
The sound of who I am beats the ground
Every thump like a chanting
Every chant like a battle-cry
Break their bones if they strike you
Their throws are soft and formless
A fog that poisons
You are protected by the bear in the woods
A massive presence of teeth and claw
Bear in mind
Conquering the battle is not complete without armour and sword
Use your sword with caution
Sparing them for when the season is ripe
Struck whence the shield lowered
You seek for bleeding
You seek for victory
Joy is in the skin scarred without fright
Victory is in the timing of each strike
The sword has discipline in its swift blow
Should not have trace of megalomania
Should win every ****** in order to teach
Lessons to heed the definition of honour
Two victors will defy the battle
When one wins on honour
If the other triumphs pride
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
Aren’t most of us crying
At
The funerals
From our own
“Selfish” reasons?
Not from the dead one’s
Biggest treasure passing
Yet ‘cause we won’t get to feel
Them clearly
For our own needs
And desires?
Anymore?
They are most probably
Joyful,
At least peaceful,
In the new realm
Yet
We mourn
For the moments no longer
For us
To
Be.
How wondering it feels
To think
That usually we are those,
Who must and should learn
To live on and rejoice
After someone’s death
When there comes at last
The moment
When we become those,
Who leave
And are to tell others
Of
It.
Taken out of kitchen in a rush,
In the same tiny cape of black
I use when naked,
Clad,
Now standing before sudden
Church “shanties” and
Of my father’s friend no-more-together
Crowd,
I watch, cry solely
In the colours of thoughts of my eyes.
What are those measly flowers for
If they shall wither soon, Dad?
Why can’t I break now, Dad?
How much did he mean to us, Dad?
...
Dad?
...
Step blocked as such,
Adam grips calmly yet strongly
The collar of my cape
And there’s no more another place
For him
To stay,
Than the crook of my
Seventeen-year-old tanned neck.
Hold his hair, backside,
Protecting all the salty water
He has nobody yet to everyone
To offer.
Can’t move.
Don’t move.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
My pen is my shield,
and my words
my armour.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
her eyes shielded the pain
under ocean waves
setting dusk of sunset haze
she saw the world
at a different side of things
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 8:34 PM UTC
"How are you? "
They asked me...
"I'm Fine... "
I'm perfectly okay,
And my chest feels like its gonna explode...
My head feels pressurized,
And white noise fills my ears...
And I'm stumbling blindly,
Barely seeing through the tears that pour down my face...
"I'm Fine... "
Everything is just peachy,
And I feel empty,
Alone in a crowd of people,
Never fitting in... Never belonging...
Floating above everything and everyone,
A lonely, solitary ghost...
"I'm Fine... "
Perfectly alright,
And I play that depressing song,
Over and over and over again,
Listening to the same sad words,
Feeling worse by the second...
"I'm Fine... "
I have never been better,
Can't you see the huge, ginormous smile on my face,
"I'm Fine... "
I swear I am,
And I'm drowning in my fears,
I can't see, I can't breathe, I can't be,
But I'm fine.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC
Fear's unknown to him
All wish their courage was like his
Loyal soul an' loyal heart
Being a warrior seems such an art
He yearns the glory feeling
Gettin' honor feels as good as lusting
But all he sees are ****** fields
Hearin' pain an' swords against shields
He's not scared of death
Pagan, in divine judgement, he's no faith
Crested helmet, drawn sword
"For the motherland", not another word
At the signal he'll unleash hell
After slaughterin' hostiles, he'll feel well
No one will be spared, he's merciless
But primarily, he's a fearless
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 4:15 PM UTC
It was just yesterday I revealed little of myself to you. Then again I changed within hours and discovered a little more of myself.
Standing in the mirror, the reflection and the light flicker. The candle flame added another warm shade as part of me fade away.
A plunge ahead comes with fall to follow, it is easy when we walk slow. The pace of my thoughts is lost, ahead of me in its exploration.
Someday there will be ease, hopefully with more of the inner peace. The sweater will keep me warm, my armour will save me from harm.
So open to the world and vulnerable for a second and more, shields up in moments later. Trust escapes and gets captured in a matter of time.
It is dizzy and not, words in world and too many thoughts. Aging but learning, drowning but burning, the ironies are shining bright.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC