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Wish you would come back And whisper one more word.
Your absence is the starting point of Agony.
Indulge me to profess my inner intent to you
Gimme more love than I need so that I am stone as though a bird haunted by innocent kids
Gimme more love now,
more than a heart can contain,
till I turn to stone.
Stone as a lost bird,
winged yet weighed down by the sky,
drifting without flight.
Haunted by soft hands,
children chasing with laughter,
shadows full of light.
Hold me till I break,
warmth that shivers in my bones,
silent echoes loud.
"kids these days don't loiter or act rebellious enough any more" kids just existing in public are more criminalized and surveilled than ever. almost every western country is running a panic about youth crime and how random teens standing awkwardly are a threat to civilization, and pushing for much more punitive laws. tons of states and powerful lobbies are pushing "parental right laws" that restrict the civil rights of minors even more. policing is first and foremost targeting youths, especially from low income and majority immigrant neighbourhoods. if a kid mildly steps out of line or says something awkward online or in a public space half a dozen people can whip up their phone and start mass harassment campaigns. and tech companies are now restricting access to the internet, the last way many teens can talk to each other freely and reach out to people outside family and school.
anyhow i think people really need to start giving kids at least a tiny bit more grace instead of making smug posts about how uncool they are compared to your youth days, you fucking twats
Living in Rebellion
Living in rebellion, boots scuffed with spite,
Chains clatter loud in the neon light,
Mohawk sharp, like a battle cry,
Eyes burning holes in the passersby.
"Oi, you there! Think you’re bold?
Bet you’ve never felt the city cold—
On bare knuckles, on pride, on rage,
Living life like an open cage."
Spits on the pavement, a defiant stain,
Dares the world to flinch in vain,
"Prove me wrong! Tell me I’m tame—
I’ll set fire to fear, I’ll spit on shame!"
But the crowd just walks, heads held low,
Dodging the echoes of his punk rock show,
Not with fists, but silence, they fight—
His anthem swallowed by the city night.
Still he stands, throat raw with grit,
Screaming proof that he'll never quit.
For rebellion’s not in deeds alone—
It’s in shouting loud when you stand alone.
Poem as usual
The Lonely Traveler
Upon the road where shadows creep,
And silent winds their secrets keep,
A traveler walks with weary stride,
No friend beside, no soul to guide.
His cloak is worn, his boots are torn,
By countless paths and nights forlorn.
A faded map clutched in his hand,
A whisper lost in foreign land.
The stars above, his distant kin,
Flicker cold with light worn thin.
The moon, a watcher pale and high,
A solemn eye in an empty sky.
Through valleys deep and mountains stark,
Past rivers black and forests dark,
He treads where echoes dare not stay,
For silence knows him well each day.
His heart, a compass cracked and flawed,
Points not to gold, nor fame, nor God.
But to a place he cannot name,
A ghostly thought, a fleeting flame.
Villages blur in fleeting glance,
Faces fade in brief romance,
Words exchanged like brittle glass—
Fragile truths that never last.
Taverns filled with laughter’s roar,
Yet none to greet him at the door.
A stranger's smile, a fleeting grace,
Gone before it finds its place.
Storms may howl and tempests rise,
But none can match the storm inside.
His solitude, a cloak unseen,
Stitched with threads of might-have-been.
Footsteps echo, sharp and clear,
Markers of a soul sincere,
But none reply, no voice returns—
Just hollow roads and lessons learned.
What drives him on, what keeps him whole?
Not hearth, nor home, nor whispered goal.
Perhaps the ache, the endless roam,
Is both his burden and his home.
For in the vast, uncharted space,
Where paths diverge without a trace,
A lonely traveler seeks no end—
Only the road, his oldest friend.
And though his shadow walks alone,
It stretches wide, a kingdom grown
From every step, from every scar,
A testament to all he’s far.
So let him wander, let him stray,
Across the dusk, beyond the day.
For in his heart, the road runs deep,
A tale untold, a vow to keep.
And when the stars forget to shine,
And time dissolves the path's design,
His story, woven in the dust,
Will speak of roads, of dreams, of trust.
Not in the finding, but the quest—
A lonely heart that never rests.
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The Dawn of a New Era: British England in the 16th Century
As the medieval period drew to a close, British England stood poised on the threshold of a new era. The 16th century, marked by significant cultural, economic, and political shifts, would forever alter the course of the nation's history.
*The Tudor Dynasty*
The 16th century saw the rise of the Tudor dynasty, which would rule England for the next 118 years. Henry VII, the first Tudor king, seized the throne in 1485, following the Battle of Bosworth Field. His son, Henry VIII, would go on to become one of the most infamous monarchs in English history, known for his six marriages and the English Reformation.
*The English Reformation*
The 16th century was a time of great religious upheaval in England. The Protestant Reformation, sparked by Martin Luther's Ninety-Five Theses in 1517, had far-reaching consequences for the English monarchy and the Church of England. Henry VIII's desire to annul his marriage to Catherine of Aragon led to the English Reformation, with the monarch declaring himself the Supreme Head of the Church of England.
*Cultural and Economic Developments*
The 16th century saw significant cultural and economic developments in British England. The Renaissance, which had begun in Italy, spread to England, influencing art, literature, and architecture. William Shakespeare, one of the most celebrated playwrights in English history, emerged during this period, penning iconic works such as "Romeo and Juliet" and "Hamlet."
The 16th century also witnessed the growth of trade and commerce in England. The establishment of the Muscovy Company in 1555 marked the beginning of English trade with Russia, while the East India Company, founded in 1600, would go on to play a significant role in the development of the British Empire.
*Conclusion*
The 16th century was a transformative period in British England, marked by significant cultural, economic, and political developments. The Tudor dynasty, the English Reformation, and the emergence of influential figures such as William Shakespeare all contributed to the shaping of a new England, one that would go on to play a major role in world affairs. As the century drew to a close, British England stood poised on the threshold of a new era, ready to face the challenges and opportunities of the 17th century.
