r/WritersSanctuary

▲ 5 r/PoetryWritingClub+4 crossposts

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)

u/BicycleBobBussey — 9 hours ago

"Mirror"

​

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?

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u/Which_Republic4558 — 4 hours ago
▲ 5 r/spirituality+2 crossposts

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.

https://gitlab.com/codr7/sudoxe

u/CodrSeven — 15 hours ago

TALKING TO YOUR GHOST AGAIN — 1

Tried writing a poem late night.

Turned into a breakdown...

This is the 1st part.

u/Dralien202 — 10 hours ago

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

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u/No-Guidance-9367 — 20 hours ago
▲ 3 r/justpoetry+1 crossposts

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?

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u/No_Soil_400 — 17 hours ago
▲ 4 r/WritersSanctuary+1 crossposts

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

u/OutrageousDay1586 — 21 hours ago

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.

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u/ResidentSession3981 — 19 hours ago

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.

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u/Little_Fly6567 — 10 hours ago

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.

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u/Dralien202 — 12 hours ago
▲ 2 r/Original_Poetry+1 crossposts

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.

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u/Substantial-Bit3706 — 20 hours ago

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

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u/ruminatingpoet — 15 hours ago

कुछ बातें कई यादें

कु** क**ई यादें

जाे****ंगी** म**ेरे साथ

सिमी** ेर **सीने में

लिपे****रे फ़न मैं

कु** एहसस**** ****वो **अल्फ़ाज़

जाे****ंगी** म**ेरे साथ

सिमी** ेर **सीने में

लिपे****रे फ़न मैं

कु** च*्छ* क**ुछ खट्टी

मेच**** े** आप बीती

िस** े**** ** न**ा पाऊँ

किी** ** क्य**ा समझाऊँ

सबक** अपा नजरिा**** सबी **अपनी सोच

छो़** कहना** कय**ा **सुनना जाने भी दो

कु**टे**** **ह **के धागे

कु**गी ों** में टूटे वादे

व** नाउमियाँ **वो हसरतें

जायंगी** म**ेरे साथ

यह ज़ररी** नहं सब** आप तरह हो

यह *मुमकिि र दि*** आईने** क**ी **तरह साफ़ हो

सबक**च सका न**ज़रिया

एक जैहीं होता

य** ज़िगी ै** सहब! लंबे हिसाब !

हर बा**सा** नहीं होता

मिठस बरकार ख ,टक****राव फ़िज़ूल है

ज़ि जो ी** नाम**े** ,र श्**त मुझे क़बूल है

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किसे** क् िा **,क्यों ना किया

इसक** हिाब बफ**़िज़ूल है

कई बाें** कुछ** याें जाएँगी मेरे साथ

दफ़**रे**** **ने ें** लिप मेरे कफ़न में ..

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u/shayara1 — 18 hours ago
Week