September 15, 2025 at 2:23 PM
For there is some good
There is some good in this world that is worth fighting for - sam
August 1, 2025 at 8:55 PM
For there is some good
Reposted by Yose ker
Oh weary heart, take heed and see Thy worth transcends thy agony Though now the road seems fraught and long Within thy soul remain a song Let not the weight of the failing frame Extinguish yet thy inner flame For storms do pass as seasons turn And from the ash new strentgh may burn
January 1, 2025 at 7:03 PM
Oh weary heart, take heed and see Thy worth transcends thy agony Though now the road seems fraught and long Within thy soul remain a song Let not the weight of the failing frame Extinguish yet thy inner flame For storms do pass as seasons turn And from the ash new strentgh may burn
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The Butchering Art
By Lindsey Fitzharris
The Butchering Art
By Lindsey Fitzharris
December 30, 2024 at 11:06 PM
Reading..
The Butchering Art
By Lindsey Fitzharris
The Butchering Art
By Lindsey Fitzharris
Reposted by Yose ker
There is some good in this world that is worth fighting for - sam
March 15, 2024 at 1:29 AM
There is some good in this world that is worth fighting for - sam
Reposted by Yose ker
In case you didn't know, librarians are educated professionals with a master's degree and don't just willy nilly buy any old books for their libraries.
December 8, 2024 at 12:36 AM
In case you didn't know, librarians are educated professionals with a master's degree and don't just willy nilly buy any old books for their libraries.
With every step, my path becomes clear,
The strength within me grows each year.
In the calm, I find my pace,
As I move forward with renewed grace.
December 20, 2024 at 3:58 AM
With every step, my path becomes clear,
The strength within me grows each year.
In the calm, I find my pace,
As I move forward with renewed grace.
Hungry, displaced, and cold they roam,
From their own land, no place to call home.
Their faces haunt my troubled mind,
A grief so deep, no peace to find.
The heart aches, the pain untold,
A wound that time can’t ever hold.
From their own land, no place to call home.
Their faces haunt my troubled mind,
A grief so deep, no peace to find.
The heart aches, the pain untold,
A wound that time can’t ever hold.
December 16, 2024 at 3:11 AM
Hungry, displaced, and cold they roam,
From their own land, no place to call home.
Their faces haunt my troubled mind,
A grief so deep, no peace to find.
The heart aches, the pain untold,
A wound that time can’t ever hold.
From their own land, no place to call home.
Their faces haunt my troubled mind,
A grief so deep, no peace to find.
The heart aches, the pain untold,
A wound that time can’t ever hold.
The weight of this unseen affliction,
Dims every thought and hinders conviction.
My duties pile, but I stand still,
Caught in the grip of this mental chill.
Dims every thought and hinders conviction.
My duties pile, but I stand still,
Caught in the grip of this mental chill.
December 3, 2024 at 3:30 AM
The weight of this unseen affliction,
Dims every thought and hinders conviction.
My duties pile, but I stand still,
Caught in the grip of this mental chill.
Dims every thought and hinders conviction.
My duties pile, but I stand still,
Caught in the grip of this mental chill.
Brain fog has clouded all my days,
And work doth falter in its ways.
Once clear, my thoughts now slow and blurred,
Each task a battle, each word a slur.
And work doth falter in its ways.
Once clear, my thoughts now slow and blurred,
Each task a battle, each word a slur.
December 3, 2024 at 3:30 AM
Brain fog has clouded all my days,
And work doth falter in its ways.
Once clear, my thoughts now slow and blurred,
Each task a battle, each word a slur.
And work doth falter in its ways.
Once clear, my thoughts now slow and blurred,
Each task a battle, each word a slur.
I long to weep, yet tears deny,
My aching heart, though dry the eye.
The torment spreads, a cruel decree,
As fog of mind doth swallow me.
My thoughts once sharp, now lost, confined,
A shadow on my weary mind.
My aching heart, though dry the eye.
The torment spreads, a cruel decree,
As fog of mind doth swallow me.
My thoughts once sharp, now lost, confined,
A shadow on my weary mind.
December 3, 2024 at 3:28 AM
I long to weep, yet tears deny,
My aching heart, though dry the eye.
The torment spreads, a cruel decree,
As fog of mind doth swallow me.
My thoughts once sharp, now lost, confined,
A shadow on my weary mind.
My aching heart, though dry the eye.
The torment spreads, a cruel decree,
As fog of mind doth swallow me.
My thoughts once sharp, now lost, confined,
A shadow on my weary mind.
As carnage churns, and shadows creep
They lie in hunger, cold, and sleep
They lie in hunger, cold, and sleep
November 25, 2024 at 1:13 AM
As carnage churns, and shadows creep
They lie in hunger, cold, and sleep
They lie in hunger, cold, and sleep
For one day, peace shall come to reign,
Beneath these skies of sorrow and pain.
Beneath these skies of sorrow and pain.
November 15, 2024 at 2:57 AM
For one day, peace shall come to reign,
Beneath these skies of sorrow and pain.
Beneath these skies of sorrow and pain.
Many years ago, when I was in late teens, I loved writing poems. Today, I was going through my old memories and found my booklet of poems. thirty-two of them.
I'm sharing one. I named it "Facts." Perhaps a better one is needed, but I m leaving as it is for now.
I'm sharing one. I named it "Facts." Perhaps a better one is needed, but I m leaving as it is for now.
November 12, 2024 at 5:27 PM
Many years ago, when I was in late teens, I loved writing poems. Today, I was going through my old memories and found my booklet of poems. thirty-two of them.
I'm sharing one. I named it "Facts." Perhaps a better one is needed, but I m leaving as it is for now.
I'm sharing one. I named it "Facts." Perhaps a better one is needed, but I m leaving as it is for now.
"Ah, dear interlocutor, I would describe my pain as a most exquisite torment, akin to the relentless gnawing of a particularly insistent moth upon a silken tapestry—both vivid and utterly unavoidable. Truly, it is a sensation most profound, much like the common cold, only more tiresome."
FM
FM
September 30, 2024 at 9:59 PM
"Ah, dear interlocutor, I would describe my pain as a most exquisite torment, akin to the relentless gnawing of a particularly insistent moth upon a silken tapestry—both vivid and utterly unavoidable. Truly, it is a sensation most profound, much like the common cold, only more tiresome."
FM
FM
The struggle persists against these afflictions, which remain incurable—a torment that inflicts great suffering yet spares the life of the sufferer.
FM.
FM.
September 29, 2024 at 8:55 PM
The struggle persists against these afflictions, which remain incurable—a torment that inflicts great suffering yet spares the life of the sufferer.
FM.
FM.
"To endure continual affliction is a grievous burden. This ceaseless torment is a bitter trial."
Or simply
"Living with chronic pain is very difficult."
Or simply
"Living with chronic pain is very difficult."
July 30, 2024 at 10:31 PM
"To endure continual affliction is a grievous burden. This ceaseless torment is a bitter trial."
Or simply
"Living with chronic pain is very difficult."
Or simply
"Living with chronic pain is very difficult."
Dreams are dreams
AI generated image.
AI generated image.
March 18, 2024 at 1:40 AM
Dreams are dreams
AI generated image.
AI generated image.
"..and made you into peoples and tribes so that you may ˹get to˺ know one another.." Alhujurat 13
March 15, 2024 at 1:33 AM
"..and made you into peoples and tribes so that you may ˹get to˺ know one another.." Alhujurat 13
There is some good in this world that is worth fighting for - sam
March 15, 2024 at 1:29 AM
There is some good in this world that is worth fighting for - sam