
r/WritersSanctuary

The News Today
The News Today
Just a few years ago, well within the last hundred years.
Journalists concentrated on delivering facts, not opinions.
Not playing with human fears.
Letting us paint our own horizons.
Journalists are to seek the truth and report it.
Provide reliable information to the public.
Not use it to cause a societal hit.
Not use it to openly split the republic.
Part of their job is not to mislead.
To dig deeper.
Not to seek greed.
In essence to be a truth doorkeeper.
Walter Cronkite…and that’s the way it is.
Howard K. Smith…credibility over personality branding.
Saw it more than a ratings biz.
Were not seeking any soft landing.
But today we see on all sides journalism antithesis.
No hiding.
Just plain ratings seeking.
Headlines reeking.
Don’t Listen to Anyone Who Thinks Secession Will Solve Anything.
NSA Warning—Reboot Your Internet Router Now.
Trump, sounding like Biden, says he deserves more credit.
Princess Diana Reportedly "Irritated" Queen Elizabeth by Wearing a $5.7 Million Heirloom Choker as a Headband
Headlines simply to catch your attention.
The media telling us who to believe!? Bullshit.
Fear mongering about societal destruction. More bullshit.
Rendering vocal similarity opinions. It gets higher and deeper.
Reportadly, based on a seance I’m sure. Ultimate stinky stuff.
Headlines to reel you in.
Headlines to make you believe others have sinned.
Stories based on scant facts and heavy opinions.
Stories meant to rile the minions.
I want journalist to go back to truth seeking.
To setting out facts.
To journalist who are not squeaking.
To a time when journalists were not lax.
I want to kick the current yellow journalists all in the ass.
Down the street.
Out the door.
And out of town.
Bob Bussey (April 11, 2026)
"Mirror"
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You're the addiction and I am the addict.
You're death and I am deceased.
You're the flower and I'm the seed.
You're the sky and I'm the star.
You're the paper and I'm the ink.
You're the lyrics and I'm the song.
You're the rhythm and I am the rhymes.
We compliment each other so well, you see?
Shame
Shame is a big problem in this world, especially within organized religion where it's used as one of the main means of control.
The reason shame is so very problematic is that it acts as a barrier to evolutionary progress and self realization.
Whatever you think you did wrong, we all know you did your best; even the times when you failed to live up to whatever ideals. God also knows; and his only wish is that you would face the truth and forgive everyone, including yourself.
There is real value in making mistakes, if you learn from them; and shame blocks that process, by forcing you to either look away or lower your frequency even further as punishment.
Like any good parent, God lets you make as many mistakes as you need to learn; but the second you turn back to him and realign with love and truth; everything is forgiven. There may well be consequences, because every action has a reaction; but the sooner you turn around the less severe the consequences will be.
It gets even worse, because we're taught by society in general, and organized religion specifically; to be ashamed of thoughts, many of which aren't even ours to begin with; and of actions that were never mistakes in God's eyes.
Weak people like to make up their own rules and bully others into following them using shame as a weapon. If that isn't a mistake, then I don't know what is. God doesn't need rules, he knows you know in your heart what's right and what's wrong.
It's time, time to let go; time to release everything and anything that's holding you back; every excuse for not seeing and accepting yourself the way you are, every excuse for judging. And once you do, all that remains is love and truth, all that remains is God within you.
TALKING TO YOUR GHOST AGAIN — 1
Tried writing a poem late night.
Turned into a breakdown...
This is the 1st part.
I am not my father but I scream like him
I am not my father but I ______ like him
you can fill it up if you want in the comments
it's an original qoute by vesmir
you can find him on insta
Do you like my poem?
Am I a poet?
Do I even know it?
Can I write a poem?
And keeps words flowing?
Can my words sound good?
And will I be understood?
Is poetry really that tough?
Am I even good enough?
Is it hard to find the right words?
Will I be put in a class of nerds?
Are you really enjoying this poem?
Would you mind if I just kept going?
Have you noticed every line`s a question?
Will you be reading it without objection?
Have I ran out of questions to ask?
Am I really up to this task?
Do I like doing such play?
Have I really made your day?
Will this poem really get a like?
Or will you say just take a hike?
Do you think this poem get some love?
Or shall I talk about the stars above?
Do you think I`m a really good poet?
Will you like, share and let me know it?
What you seek is seeking you
From the moment you are born, you begin to reach toward something, toward someone, toward anything. You strive, you want, you dream, you yearn. It feels almost natural, this quiet hunger living inside of us. Maybe, in some way, we are all a little greedy not in the harsh sense, but in the way our souls are never fully still.
Will that hunger ever be quenched?
Unlikely.
But perhaps it doesn’t need to be silenced or quenched only softened and understood.
There is a kind of peace in faithfully believing that what you have, right now, is enough.
Enough emotionally, enough financially, enough in all the ways that matter in this moment. Not forever, not perfectly but enough for now.
Because if you are meant to have more, it will come.
There is no urgency in what is already written for you. Some things take days, others take years. But one day, in its own quiet timing, what you have been seeking will turn around and seek you back.
And maybe believing in this, truly investing in this thought, is the beginning of wisdom where you gently surrender to God’s wisdom, trusting that something deeper, more meaningful, more mysterious awaits; something that will finally make you feel fulfilled.
This is where you belong. This is your role.
Sountrack: The Sultan Becomes Visible
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3ngu0NiCRE&si=g0Nr21f_8KVRX--t
A light hearted one
I wish I could command you,
command of two moments within your world.
Beneath the sun we would sit,
our hands could be curled.
Curled into dreams of a mind that is yours,
a mind with a heart, a soul that is yours.
Soul in a body,
a body that is mine.
We could walk, we could talk,
create a fiction of ours.
In a garden with flowers,
laugh together for hours and hours.
The shape of heart
I took to drawing a heart
and when the outline
was messy,
i thought I'd restart
until I get the perfect frame
and the perfect heart.
but then it struck me,
even love isn't perfect,
for the imperfection
makes it purer,
not the shiny outline.
or the perfect curves.
so why do we chase
the idea of the perfect heart,
for love isn't in the perfect shiny places
that are visible to all.
but in the dark messy places
that are solely reserved for thee.
Talking to your ghost again
TALKING TO YOUR GHOST AGAIN
(Wake up)
Baby, this ain't enough
I told you once, just cope
But you drown it in your scotch
While you laugh like it's a joke
Lights low, shadows closing in
Fingers tracing hollow skin
Nights stretch far too long
I'm choking on where we've been
I'm soaked deeper than the rain
Drowning in your fading name
And it cuts me every time
When you call me like nothing happened
(Pretending we're still the same...)
(Are we still the same?)
Baby, this ain't enough
We were something, now we're dust
I'm still reaching through the dark
But you're giving up on us
Am I the only one
Trying to numb the pain?
Tell me, when it all burned down
Why I'm still the same
(Why I'm still the same...)
We had a real thing once
Now thunder's come and gone
And everything got washed away
Like it never meant a thing
Now there's nothing left to hold
Just the cold and fucking grim
In a world so blind and dead
I'm sinking from within
I was never taught to swim
Something hollow creeping in
Talking to your ghost again
Like you're somewhere in my skin
(But you're nowhere in between)
Baby, this ain't enough
We were something real once
I'm still reaching through the dark
But you're giving up on us
Am I the only one
Trying to numb the pain?
Tell me, when it all burned down
Why you're not the same
What else do you even want?
You felt like a dream
Now I'm screaming through the silence
But you never hear a thing
You wanna be a queen
But I'm chained beneath your throne
In a life that we created
I was always left alone
Baby, Let me die already
Say you never really cared
But I see it in your eyes
All the fear you never shared
(Go back to sleep...)
Now I'm talking to your ghost
In a body I don't own
Holding onto memories
That were never really sown
There's a silence in your voice
That still echoes through my veins
And a part of me still hopes
We could feel it all again
Deep inside my chest
There's a soul that never screams
Living inside your shadow
Never waking from this dream
Baby, this was never enough
We were fire, now we're ash
I'm still holding onto us
While you fade into the past
Am I the only one
Who still feels the flame?
Or did I lose myself
Just to take the blame?
Tell me, when it all burned down
Did you feel the same...
Or am I the only one
Still singing your name?
You said hell's where I belong
Now I'm standing at the gate
And the person that I was
Didn't make it through the flames
And it won't be very long
Till the real me is gone
And all that remains unburnt
Stands by your promise sworn
Baby, I wanna let you know
I was reaching up for heaven
Holding onto what we were
Now hell is where I stand
Forget me if you can
There's no other way
For us to feel the same
Or survive another day
And I'll whisper your name
If it keeps me half insane...
Maybe somewhere deep within
We're still the same...
(Wake up)
(You fucking insane)
...
Started as a poem at 2am, turned into something darker. Not sure if it's a song or a breakdown.
Pills 3
Bring the pills, didn’t I?
Tell you leave your emotions
At home, all in her guts tearing
Her up like a tornado.
It’s a flash flood in the bedroom.
Didn’t I tell you leave your emotions
At home? Not the type to love. I’m a good man, but my heart already taken. It belongs to the money forever. About money, know I love the money like a fat kid loves cake. Just wish my brothers could see what I did with my life. Crazy to say, rest in peace to Savage if I go too soon. Hope my bitch wait some years before giving my pussy up free. All my brothers behind them walls took so many losses. Don’t bring your emotions, just bring the pills. I don’t want to feel a thing, but your lips wrapped around my dick, little bitch. Thought I was off rhinos because my dick harder than the horn got her shaking all crazy talking about can we go steady
fuck no, don’t bring your emotions, just bring the pills. Not cold-hearted, just focused. Plus, I wanna fuck every girl in the world. Don’t bring your emotions, just bring the pills, baby. Can you understand me better now? Is this clear enough for you? I’m a pill-popping animal in love with that fast money. Just hope I don’t crash. Don’t bring your emotions, just bring the pills. Don’t want to feel a thing, but the money in my hands still count. It backwards because I count it faster.
That way, walking around with dog shit in my pockets. Sorry for the funk I’ve been grinding getting to that money. Don’t bring your emotions, just bring the pills. I’m numb out my body reminiscing about 2013 damn what?
A shame how things changed. Don’t bring your emotions, just bring the pills. Hope you understand me better now. Not a poet, just a nigga spilling my soul to you. Don’t bring your emotions, just bring the pills.
I stare
I stare at the ceiling - counting the cracks.
I stare at your photo - touching your face.
I stare at your smile - the dimples it causes.
I stare at your hair - the darkness I want to be engulfed with.
I stare at your eyes - searching for a reflection of me.
I stare into oblivion - with a heavy sigh.
I stare at the setting sun - counting the days since we watched the last one.
I stare at the moon - thinking about you.
Wishing you'd stare at me at least once - I pretend you do
कुछ बातें कई यादें
कु**छ बातें क**ई यादें
जाये****ंगी** म**ेरे साथ
सिमटी** मेरे **सीने में
लिपटी मे****रे कफ़न मैं
कु**छ एहसास**** ****वो **अल्फ़ाज़
जाये****ंगी** म**ेरे साथ
सिमटी** मेरे **सीने में
लिपटी मे****रे कफ़न मैं
कु**छ अच*्छी* क**ुछ खट्टी
मेरे सच**** मे*री* आप बीती
किस**ी से**** *कह* न**ा पाऊँ
किसी** *को* क्य**ा समझाऊँ
सबक**ा अपना नज़रिया**** सबकी **अपनी सोच
छोड़**ो क्या कहना** क्य**ा **सुनना जाने भी दो
कु**छ टूटे**** *मो*ह **के धागे
कु**छ भीगी पलकों** में टूटे वादे
व**ो नाउमीदियाँ **वो हसरतें
जायेंगी** म**ेरे साथ
यह ज़रूरी** नहीं सब** आपकी तरह हो
यह *मुमकिन नहीं कि हर दिल*** आईने** क**ी **तरह साफ़ हो
सबक**ी सोच सबका न**ज़रिया
एक जैसा नहीं होता
य**े ज़िंदगी है** साहब! लंबे हिसाब !
हर बा**र जैसे को तैसा** नहीं होता
मिठास बरकरार रख ,टक****राव बेफ़िज़ूल है
ज़िंदगी जो भी** इनाम** दे** ,हर शर्**त मुझे क़बूल है
उसक**ी दातें** बहुत ब****ड़ी** हैं ,बा**तें बहुत छोटी हैं
किसने** क्या किया **,क्यों ना किया
इसक**ा हिसाब बेफ**़िज़ूल है
कई बातें** कुछ** यादें जाएँगी मेरे साथ
दफ़**न मेरे**** *सी*ने में** लिपटी मेरे कफ़न में ..