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even the old men wail in Gaza, hunger cries to the onlookers
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Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 3:31 PM UTC
even the old men wail in Gaza
If my country is going to war, yet again... I want to let you know that I won't kiss you. No, at least not in vain. For my kisses does not soothe, rather they burn. Like that of a tropical summer afternoon. I won't even touch your hand. No, at least not with mine. For my hands does not heal, rather they hurt. Like they wouldn't know you are not enemy. If my country is already at war, yet again... I won't indulge myself to hug you. No, at least not with this body, a body that could possibly fail and die. For my body is one that refuses to live, in and for a land wherein birds cannot fly. I won't help myself and look into your eyes. No, at least not this time. For my eyes are a pair that refuses to look, at a bloodbath that I've only read in books. So if my country goes to war, time and again... I want to let you know, that no... I won't kiss you in vain, for I will kiss you until they drag my body and take me away. Until drops of my blood are flowing in rivers, lagoons, farmlands, grass and grains. I will touch your hand with the promise of sweet victory. With the news that my mountains and seas are yours to roam free. I won't hug you with this body, but with my bodies of water and seas. Until you are embraced by the wild waves, may you taste their liberty. I won't look at you with my bloodshot eyes, but with the promise that you will never again see blood, and with the eternal sunlight over our vast fields and blue skies.
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May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 11:00 AM UTC
Victory
Our tired purity shall stand for a bit more, as the last wall of our bloodstained innocence.
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Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
Puberty
To conquer the kingdom,vainly he tried Her minutest army ready for siege Oh, the flying flu booming like a phage Begging on his knees, for kindness he cried.
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Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
Covid War
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
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Though the air tastes like the chance of defying, we are about to unrun the siege against the coming havoc tonight for we already embrace its touch and learned to accept the inevitable. The light is still scratching at the windows begging us to let it in at last, but my soul was bonded: engraved into your shadow, dreaming about the firmament of stars; an era of freedom - long before we became the prisoners of our own sun.
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC
Unrun the siege
I bellowed into the mountainous valley, "LONG TIME – NO READ!" – – Not expecting a reply, I turned away... – – But it did echo faintly from f a r behind, "Long time – no write!"
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Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
Long Time – No Read!
Such anxiety that has me bound. So tight I can’t breathe. Dispel this fear that I’m nurturing. These thoughts that have my lungs in its taloned clutch. *Let not its grip tighten more. Let not the flame be extinguished. Let not the last dregs of my strength flee.* Grant me the courage to once again triumph over the siege that has me... All bent misshapen and twisted in knots.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Siege
I love someone I do not know Yet the love continues to show He conquers the walls of my brain And invades my thoughts What is this blitzkrieg rain My mind has caught? My first impression Was a deep depression As I began to notice There was no solace After he shot his rocket launcher At my heart's monster There's no way to console me When his forces control me My mind is under assault He's laying siege to my vault Synapses in my brain firing like a gun All just to convince me he's the one My mind is senselessly skewed By the possibility I hope to be of the select few That tests his virility My fortified castle is falling Before my one true calling When his inscription On my prescription Is a prophecy That's mocking me The uncertainty Starts hurting me So I surrender my throne To be his queen At least I'm not alone And we're a team
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
Siege
Antihero An old stone built tower stands above all on the skyline; The curves of its body twisting spiral’s in the air. The moon shines around its peak, which reaches up so very high. It is surrounded by a castle keep, That is an image of a burnt out nightmare. The castle walls are in pieces, like its people, Cannon fodder their game. The drawbridge has fallen, but the iron gate still remains. The shadows in the night speak of a desire to be the enemy within. The voices of the fallen spit out their final endless scream’s. The sound of war is upon the castle door. No more escape for its inhabitants, Apart from those who are fleeing through the century old tunnel. The secret passage to a way away from all the savage. The army continues to do battle, at the top of ladders and ramparts. All have been affected by this battle’s damage. The sorcerer of this cursed land, Stands in the furthest, most high room, Shooting lightning at the wall tops as the chaos reigns below, Where all is doom And in a final decisive action, The sorcerer reads from his big black book; The ground shakes, the fire falls and all enemy are shook And thrown from their steeds in front of the castle gate. In pieces they bleed and from the tops of the castle walls, Those who are falling will never be saved. They crash to the floor and become no more. The sorcerer falls to his knees, exhausted of power, But he has put an end to this midnight war. No protection was given by the enemies armour. Their swords and shields crashed loudly as they hit the ground. The enemy is no longer the invading warrior; They are all running in fear and their last sounds are all dying out. As the sorcerer takes the final step down from his twisted tower, He pushes open the thick oak wooden door. As he walks out into the open air courtyard his face is a glower; No living enemy can be seen, because the enemy are no more. His men are all cheering and shouting his name, But the sorcerer is not laughing with them, for he has a plan. He tells them this morrow they will all fight again, So they must all prepare to once more stand. Some voices of discontent whisper within the ranks; Some of them openly criticize his view. As he creates a ball of flame that hovers above the palm of his hand, They all realize he has been their antihero And he could be their demise too…if he chooses to. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
Antihero
Antihero An old stone built tower stands above all on the skyline; The curves of its body twisting spiral’s in the air. The moon shines around its peak, which reaches up so very high. It is surrounded by a castle keep, That is an image of a burnt out nightmare. The castle walls are in pieces, like its people, Cannon fodder their game. The drawbridge has fallen, but the iron gate still remains. The shadows in the night speak of a desire to be the enemy within. The voices of the fallen spit out their final endless scream’s. The sound of war is upon the castle door. No more escape for its inhabitants, Apart from those who are fleeing through the century old tunnel. The secret passage to a way away from all the savage. The army continues to do battle, at the top of ladders and ramparts. All have been affected by this battle’s damage. The sorcerer of this cursed land, Stands in the furthest, most high room, Shooting lightning at the wall tops as the chaos reigns below, Where all is doom And in a final decisive action, The sorcerer reads from his big black book; The ground shakes, the fire falls and all enemy are shook And thrown from their steeds in front of the castle gate. In pieces they bleed and from the tops of the castle walls, Those who are falling will never be saved. They crash to the floor and become no more. The sorcerer falls to his knees, exhausted of power, But he has put an end to this midnight war. No protection was given by the enemies armour. Their swords and shields crashed loudly as they hit the ground. The enemy is no longer the invading warrior; They are all running in fear and their last sounds are all dying out. As the sorcerer takes the final step down from his twisted tower, He pushes open the thick oak wooden door. As he walks out into the open air courtyard his face is a glower; No living enemy can be seen, because the enemy are no more. His men are all cheering and shouting his name, But the sorcerer is not laughing with them, for he has a plan. He tells them this morrow they will all fight again, So they must all prepare to once more stand. Some voices of discontent whisper within the ranks; Some of them openly criticize his view. As he creates a ball of flame that hovers above the palm of his hand, They all realize he has been their antihero And he could be their demise too…if he chooses to. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Even if I get hate messages saying imma dumb geek, My favorite thing to do in Rainbow 6 is spawn peek. I choose not to reinforce any freakin' walls, Cause I'm the best on my team and pre-fire the halls. They call me sweaty boi cause all I play is Ela, But hey man I got news for ya--you're a noob lil' fella. If ya boi be attackin', ya know I be using ash, No one can hit me when I use that 3 speed dash. I breach the wall and throw some stuns, I run on in and fire my guns. At the end of every round I end up with an ace, My stats have basically broke the R6 database. So yeah you can just call me wuhbzz, or just god for short, Cause I'm the best you'll ever see, T don't need any retorts B)
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
Rainbow Six: Siege
To the niqab girl whom I met in Cagaya De Oro City You were in front of me as we waited in line for hours We smiled first politely and then we began to talk, We Shared different insights in almost everything: Your face veiling practice in Islam fascinated me My headcovering as Christian piqued your curiosity Conversations turned to fashion, extremism, and Filipinos, You saw my face and I saw your beautiful eyes Yet we never asked each other's names or Facebook accounts, We were different yet somehow we mirrored each other; Different religions yet linked by passion to serve God Different ethnicity and language yet tied by nationality. It's been weeks since the Marawi siege and I think of you Hoping that every niqab girl I see in Iligan is you We were strangers that rainy afternoon of June 2016 Yet I grieve for your loss - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Words are not enough to comfort you sister of the stars but May your Allah guide and protect you in these times May my Jesus cover you with His precious Holy blood, To the niqab girl whom I met in Cagayan De Oro City Perhaps we'll never see each other again in the future but Thank you for letting me see the beauty of cultural diversity And that coexistence is possible if we have open minds And living in harmony is attainable if we open our hearts.
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Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC
Niqab Girl
Pour the killing Fire Upon our raucous invaders heads from the murderholes we rain their death until they run aflame screaming from the iron gates
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Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
siege
Befriended street lamps' static hum Timed steps slashed through electric buzz Fled from the dawn's grey stain chased night with anxious breath                                               erupting Outflanked and pinned down                                          by the days Strike up the band, roisin the bows. Compose another tired piece. I dread the melody and cringe away                               from the next movement I'm only up for burned out wandering.      Another balance overdue Took out a loan for time well spent      Roll out the carpets for the doomed It's unforgiving turf where our steps are bent I'll draw these lines      of ghostly profile night and coax the specters out We'll roll on with the tides      where we can dance macabre until the core unwinds. Defend the fort for sleeping ghosts I'll man these walls until the dawn. I'll fight these memories beneath the banner of                                   some others Shell-shocked with gun arm                                   growing sore Outside, the sidewalks glow red-orange I throw my shadow on the sparks. Charred homes on cindered streets I draw my bow                            across shaking half notes Chart out a map of burnt meanderings.      Default on friendships I misplaced I'm wrapped tight in familiar fear.      But I'll warm to those familiar strains... Because it's 5 o'clock somewhere, and Summer's here... I'll cross the lines      into the ghostly night and wake the specters up As fires kiss the night      so I can sleep real sound and let my core unwind.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Siege Engines
Befriended street lamps' static hum Timed steps slashed through electric buzz Fled from the dawn's grey stain chased night with anxious breath                                               erupting Outflanked and pinned down                                          by the days Strike up the band, roisin the bows. Compose another tired piece. I dread the melody and cringe away                               from the next movement I'm only up for burned out wandering.      Another balance overdue Took out a loan for time well spent      Roll out the carpets for the doomed It's unforgiving turf where our steps are bent I'll draw these lines      of ghostly profile night and coax the specters out We'll roll on with the tides      where we can dance macabre until the core unwinds. Defend the fort for sleeping ghosts I'll man these walls until the dawn. I'll fight these memories beneath the banner of                                   some others Shell-shocked with gun arm                                   growing sore Outside, the sidewalks glow red-orange I throw my shadow on the sparks. Charred homes on cindered streets I draw my bow                            across shaking half notes Chart out a map of burnt meanderings.      Default on friendships I misplaced I'm wrapped tight in familiar fear.      But I'll warm to those familiar strains... Because it's 5 o'clock somewhere, and Summer's here... I'll cross the lines      into the ghostly night and wake the specters up As fires kiss the night      so I can sleep real sound and let my core unwind.
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