#soldier poetry

[piratetheon]

- Amrita Chakraborty

[havingapoemwithyou]

obligations 2 by Layli Long Soldier

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

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[elwenyere]

[icvrusxx]

Dad knew who you really were. Good soldier, nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?

let dead dogs lie, silas denver melvin // i am a dog. i have blood all over my teeth, sciencedfiction // spn 1x16, shadow // chapter viii, chen chen // hannibal 2x12, tome-wan // the hour of the star, clarice lispector // spn 3x10, dream a little dream of me // i don’t smoke, mitski // i’m your man, mitski // spn 2x22, all hell breaks loose pt 2 // mary, the death riders

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

Vi is gifted kid burnout but in the english major way

[futurefamousdeadmusician]

I am far far far to attracted to the shivering soldier…

[theworldofwars]

Lieut. Arthur Rhys-Davids (1897-1917) Rhys-Davids had earned a reputation as a "fighter", and famed British ace as he often pursued enemy aircraft wherever and whenever he spotted them. On 27 October 1917, he pursued a group of German aircraft over Roeselare, Belgium. He was never seen or heard from again, and his remains were never recovered.

[theiaevangelineashwell]

I took a test online once

To see if I was the Soldier

The Poet

Or the King

It told me I was the King

I always thought I’d be the poet

I think all kings long to be poets

In the same way that all eldest daughters long to just be children

Why bury your pain for the sake of others when you can turn it into art

Why raise children you didn’t make

But just like the test said

“The sword is at your side”

“It bore your name long before you did”

I never asked it to bear my name

I want to be free of it

But we all want what we are not meant to be

“You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs.” -@atlanticsea

[dontforgetukraine]

I'd return to Earth a grasshopper, As I used to hop on my loyal horse. Like a tiny bead in the hay is lost, I will be the one with the greenery, Then, the final thunder of stomping hooves Will catch up with me, and I cease to be.

—Artem Dovhopolyi, fallen Ukrainian defender of the 58th Mechanized Brigade

Source: nedopysani

[vostok3-ka]

The Dole of a Death of Self

They press you by the shoulders, Back flush against a tilted chair, And how electricity howls in pain Whistling through the octaves in Screams sung by vocal chords Strung across an exposed throat, Laid bare, nailed fingers plucking The strings like a laughing violinist.   Tomorrow you shape a century, And today your hands tremble, Knees kissing soiled floor tiles, Their hands knotted in your  Hair, roughly– you spit up rose, Rubied petals spraying across Their boots, and your nose Pours with dirtied water,  Bloodied– take a deep breath And they shove you under again; Concrete blocks press into your back and you Read verse with tired eyes, tired minds, poetry Etching their way into your soul, you rather think You want to scratch the words into your arms, To keep them forever, yours. You have nothing. You have nothing and the wind croons Over bridges, playing with your hair, Gentle, kind in a way you do not know. They harness you to them, buckling holsters And you let them mold your face into smiles Tugging your mouth upwards with calloused  Hands, and they curl their hands, digging into Your face, warning signs at the end of times. Stay loyal like a panting hound, Until the chains rust, and you Sob into thin pillows, curled up On the hard floor of your apartment– Cry! Cry for that which you’ve lost, Cry for the robbery of a heart: The dole of a death of self.

by Aisha for @catws-anniversary March 26th, loose interpretation of "PTSD"

[theycallmeinterstellar]

[anxiouslowercase]

sas rh: let eoin survive the fall au » a tale of two lieutenants (part two)

[mylastmoleculeofserotonin]

Wait! How did I not realize this earlier: the first and last thing that Omega does in the show with the Batch is escape a prison using maintenance crawlspaces. Both prison breaks started with Omega using a crawlspace to get everyone out of the cell, ended with a stand-off/shoot-out featuring Omega and Crosshair and getting help from one of the facility’s top scientists. Also, I cannot believe that it was a coincidence that there was a storm on Wayland for their escape and that it wasn’t a deliberate callback to Kamino.

[indigeko]

The soldier wanted the king's power, the king wanted the poet's freedom, and the poet wanted the soldier's strength.

[incrediblygrassy]

Steve was a fighter.

He grew up wanting nothing more than to prove that his morals and principles were right. He wanted to prove himself a bit, too. He wanted to put bullies in their place. He wanted to stop people from being pushed around so much.

So when he became the one capable of proving his principals wrong, capable of proving himself unprepared, capable of being a bully, capable of pushing people around, they gave him a shield.

They gave him a shield to curve the violence. They gave him a shield to teach him patience. They gave him a shield so he could use that creativity to take advantage of people underestimating him as he'd always done. They gave him a shield as a symbol of what they were teaching Steve Rogers to be.

Steve grew to be a defender.

Bucky was a defender.

He grew up wanting nothing more than to shield his best friend from the horrors of the world. He wanted to take the beating meant for his friends. He wanted to keep his family away from the war. He wanted to allow the world to be at peace.

So when he was forced to inflict horrors, enact the beatings, fight wars, and destroy peace, they gave him a gun.

They gave him a gun to show him the value to a decisive blow. They gave him a gun to force him to take an offensive position to attack before the offender could. They gave him a gun so he could use his calm in the face of tragedy and resilience as he'd always done. They gave him a gun as a symbol of what they taught James Barnes.

Bucky grew to be a fighter.

They were made whole.

The military saw a gun and turned it into an asset. The military saw a shield and turned it into an asset. Shield saw an asset and took advantage of it. Hydra saw an asset and took advantage of it.

They both weren't content, for they had to change themselves to be what others wanted. They both weren't content, for they knew that their growth was accompanied by limitations. They both weren't content, for they knew they were destined to be more than what others saw for them.

They were incomplete.

They were at war with themselves.

The gun only goes off wrong when used in defense. The shield only hurts when it is used to attack. When one twists the nature of an object, it is bound to break. When one twists the nature of a man, it is bound to back fire.

Only when one holds a gun and a shield does it not matter which they use for either offense or defense. Only when two men are together can they begin to come to terms with who they are.

They were at peace with each other.

Maybe they were the same thing.

Steve was a fighter.

Bucky was a defender.

Maybe they were the same thing.