Round Does The Wind Blow
Round does the wind blow
Through the thick forest brush
Through the iron and glass
Through the marsh and the damp
Through open expanse of blue
And through the body, of you, and of me.
This poem will not talk
About the silent pillow and sock
As slumber does not wait to tumble
Into indecipherable dreams and terrors
As fantasy blurs with what is real
And what is want,
What you need however,
Is not a taunt
Because the wind will speak
It will whisper, and howl
It will never be silenced
But not all the crowd
Will be able to hear it's pained speak
As the closed will become deaf
And the open become blind
Because the closed will not let the wind in,
And the open will not see the wind, or feel the wind, who it is, and who the cries of help belong to,
No empathy, much less sympathy, for the voices that go with the wind.
And so nature weeps in the drizzle
Screams in the thunder
And remains silent on gloomier days,
The days that feel silent and sad, are the days with no rain.
The wind was not heard, seen, nor felt,
And so it's secrets and it's voices
It's pains and it's emotions
It's sufferings and it's triumphs
Remain only in the unknown
The wind sung but was never heard.
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🚨 THREE DAYS WITHOUT DONATIONS 🚨
It's been days... and the donations have stopped. 🍉‼️
💔 We are a family in Gaza:
- Father: Elderly and sick
- Us: Women struggling to survive
- Reality: No food, no income, no support
The situation is becoming unbearable. Prices are rising. Our resources are running out.
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The war has returned, and the smell of death is everywhere.
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Even the internet connection has been cut off, and I am no longer able to share my story with you.
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The Woman Who Painted,
And Never Forgot
Have you ever heard, of a story told in words
Painted in your mind, and burned into your heart?
Of each time a statement so significant, would not be forgotten by one, and instead cursed (or blessed) to never forget;
Where words to be heard, inspires the mind to bring out it's canvas, paint it's joys or sorrows away, and hang the painting up, for no one else but one to see?
I'll tell you a tale, of a woman no one knows the name of,
But her story is to be remembered, as a tale children hear, at night from their parents' whispers
Of a woman, who could not forgot, a significant line from those she held dear,
Both a blessing
And a curse
At first, it was her mother
The drip, drip, dripping of "Honey" from her lips
It trickled itself into her mind, fed her heart
It was syrupy, like a sweet treat after a hard day
It was her first love, and one that was to never to be taken from her,
Second, was from her brother,
"I hate you!"
It was discordant, all written in static, it hurt, she could see and hear the insincerity in this declaration,
She apologized shortly after, their small little quarrel, she'd rather never hear or see, that horrid line of hurt, much less would she want that insincerity, become no longer.
Next was her lover,
Name known to none but family and her,
"Sweetheart"
In a loopy handwriting, full of curled arcs and elongated inking, red, cherry red in color
She tucks this memory in her arms, and placed it high in her mind, never to forget
Last was her former love,
Name known to none but her family and her,
"I've found someone"
It was covered in roses, but with roses come thorns
And those thorns dug through her heart, wrapped itself around her mouth
Left her speechless and in tears,
A tale of a woman, who could not forget,
A tale of someone, who wishes to never paint any words again,
A tale that warns children
Be careful with what you say, because sometimes, people are cursed not to forget
A tale that warns them all,
Not all love will end sweet.
Urgent appeal
I am Jaafar from the besieged northern Gaza Strip, I am 24 years old. I had many dreams and ambitions, but because of the war I lost everything. I lost my dreams, my university and my job. I have nothing left. My family and I live in danger of death every day and every night. I have lost many of my friends, but I still have some hope of rebuilding my life and dreams. So please help me rebuild my life. If you cannot doate, you can convey my voice and my suffering. 💔🥹
Any donation you make will instill hope in my heart again. Please do not ignore
https://gofund.me/e82fb539
less than $5 of donations in the past two days.
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yousef has been ill so he hasn't been online as much to ask for help himself. imagine the difficulty to recover from an illness in the cold with no shelter but a tent. if you can relieve some of this family's stress by donating then please help them 🙏
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Our World Burns Eternal.
A silent plea, to all that will ever be, as I weep in longing, my long forgotten glee,
As the sun no longer shines, the moon never pulls the tides, as the tyrannical reality of whoever bastard comes to seek power in this abandoned city, does not fail to remind me, this would be the end.
Our world of small skylines, of this meek land, humble and of stone, comes a-crashing and a-crumbling, like sand falling through the cracks of home.
And as I hold your hand, dearly in my own, as I gaze over our small skyline, as the sun gives it's final triumph, as the city below us burns in ashes and sings in flames, engulfed in orange and covered in gray, a song I used to always sing comes to mind.
And I think...
...this isn't so bad.
You're here.
In our memory, our world burns eternally.
hi! as some of you know, about a year and a half ago, my beloved golden retriever Luke passed away from cancer. he was my very best friend. my mom and I had finally healed enough, so we got another golden retriever, Honey, and she is just the sweetest thing in the whole world—she’s practically Luke reincarnated. we haven’t had her long, but we are already enamored.
unfortunately, my mom came home from work recently and Honey was limping badly. she was taken to the emergency vet, and it was $400 just to have her be seen and ended up costing $600. she has a serious fracture in her hind leg. initially, we were told we may have to consider euthanasia, then we were told maybe just amputation. now they’re going to do a surgery to see if maybe they can save her leg. if not, amputation may still be on the table.
this initial surgery is going to be at LEAST $2,000. right now, those kinds of unexpected costs are just a lot for my mom right now, and I’m fresh out of college with not a lot of means to help her out financially. I know times are hard for everyone right now, but if you had even $5 to spare, I know it would help us out so much. I created a GoFundMe here, and my kofi is linked here. and if you can’t donate, even just a reblog, or a thought or prayer is much appreciated!
if you’re invested in my writing at all, you can shoot me a message showing you’ve donated and if you send me a little writing prompt, I’ll try to get it written for you as a thanks. I’m willing to write irondad, harry & sirius or remus, chris pike & jim kirk, ciri & geralt—basically any sort of parental relationship bc I have issues, whoops. if it’s something I haven’t listed, seriously just ask.
anyway, I’m so sorry to be doing this and I know everyone is struggling right now, my mom’s just been hit constantly with shit lately and I want to help her in any way I can.
(Honey is the one on the right, with her head tucked into her sister. 🥺)
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Me and two friends need to raise $5000 by Monday 02.24.2025 for a deposit and we are missing $600, I offer digital art commissions for very flexible price and sell my prints and other Fandom merch on my Etsy and Bigcartel but if you can only spare a few dollars please donate directly on cash app or PayPal at ailexxichan@gmail.com. Without it they will be unhoused indefinitely. I will keep everyone updated and thank you for sharing this post
What Strength Really Means 💪
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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
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This is Amal and her family. My children are living under bombardment in the war 😭 Please consider them your children and help them 🙏🙏 Stand by my side to save and protect my children. They haven't gone to school for a year 🙏😢😢 Donate to save my children's lives 🍉 🙏🇵🇸 We live in very difficult and desperate circumstances, and what is worst of all is that the fear that haunts me increases day by day. Help me provide them with basic life needs. @gazavetters is verified, my verified number in the list is (#55)
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