NomaInfine - Hello Poetry

You can carry mountains on your back but a tiny crack in your heart can still bring you to your knees. Big things test your strength. Small things touch your meaning. And meaning… always weighs more.

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 11:37 PM UTC

Small, But Everything

You can carry mountains on your back but a tiny crack in your heart can still bring you to your knees. Big things test your strength. Small things touch your meaning. And meaning… always weighs more.

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They try. They care. They act. Then they stop. That's the real them.

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC

Real Them

They try. They care. They act. Then they stop. That's the real them.

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"So you call it a chapter… I called it my whole **** story.”

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Mar 25

Mar 25, 2026 at 1:14 AM UTC

Chapter Closed?

"So you call it a chapter… I called it my whole **** story.”

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I always dreamt of things that don’t exist— an anywhere door, just to reach you whenever the world feels too far. Or a quiet switch, to pause everything around me, let the world disappear for a while— so I could steal a moment, just to talk to you… without time rushing us away.

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 1:20 AM UTC

In Another Reality

I always dreamt of things that don’t exist— an anywhere door, just to reach you whenever the world feels too far. Or a quiet switch, to pause everything around me, let the world disappear for a while— so I could steal a moment, just to talk to you… without time rushing us away.

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They aren’t only them anymore— they’re a place I return to without moving. A corridor of childhood laughter, where my steps were lighter, where someone’s presence felt like a small festival in my chest. I remember how I used to wait— not with patience, but with spark. Not for words, not for promises, just to see them and feel… enough. And maybe that’s what stayed. Not their voice, not their face as it is today— but the way I existed when they were around. Soft. Seen. Safe in a way I didn’t have to question. So I keep searching for them in every new face— but they arrive as strangers, while they… still feel like home. And now I understand— I’m not holding onto them, I’m holding onto a version of me that once knew how to shine without trying.

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Mar 20

Mar 20, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC

Not Just Them

They aren’t only them anymore— they’re a place I return to without moving. A corridor of childhood laughter, where my steps were lighter, where someone’s presence felt like a small festival in my chest. I remember how I used to wait— not with patience, but with spark. Not for words, not for promises, just to see them and feel… enough. And maybe that’s what stayed. Not their voice, not their face as it is today— but the way I existed when they were around. Soft. Seen. Safe in a way I didn’t have to question. So I keep searching for them in every new face— but they arrive as strangers, while they… still feel like home. And now I understand— I’m not holding onto them, I’m holding onto a version of me that once knew how to shine without trying.

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Wake up, girl— you're built for more. Drop the sloth, rise and soar. Eyes on the target, steady and legal— hunt your dreams like a fierce eagle.

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC

Rise or Stay

Wake up, girl— you're built for more. Drop the sloth, rise and soar. Eyes on the target, steady and legal— hunt your dreams like a fierce eagle.

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Thrown out from the warmth I knew, family gone, love slipped through. No friends to turn to, no work in hand, just an empty mind in a shadowed land. I wander, searching for a sign, a path, a spark, a life that’s mine. In the darkness, I stumble and bend, hoping somewhere lies a quiet end—or a new begin. ✨

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Mar 17

Mar 17, 2026 at 2:40 AM UTC

Wandering

Thrown out from the warmth I knew, family gone, love slipped through. No friends to turn to, no work in hand, just an empty mind in a shadowed land. I wander, searching for a sign, a path, a spark, a life that’s mine. In the darkness, I stumble and bend, hoping somewhere lies a quiet end—or a new begin. ✨

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A porcelain doll— beautiful, quiet, and carefully placed. Admired by many, truly held by none.

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Mar 16

Mar 16, 2026 at 4:49 AM UTC

A Porcelain

A porcelain doll— beautiful, quiet, and carefully placed. Admired by many, truly held by none.

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Sometimes I remember how easy our conversations used to be— small laughs, simple words, and the comfort of being understood. There are still a few things my silence never said, not to argue with you, only to clear the quiet between us. And maybe someday, if you pause long enough to listen, you might hear the part of me that was always trying to stay.

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Mar 16

Mar 16, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC

Unheard Me

Sometimes I remember how easy our conversations used to be— small laughs, simple words, and the comfort of being understood. There are still a few things my silence never said, not to argue with you, only to clear the quiet between us. And maybe someday, if you pause long enough to listen, you might hear the part of me that was always trying to stay.

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We Step back, hesitating to say "NO". but some "NO's" are meant to be heard, not buried — if we want to carve our own path.

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Mar 11

Mar 11, 2026 at 12:27 AM UTC

The Courage to Say No

We Step back, hesitating to say "NO". but some "NO's" are meant to be heard, not buried — if we want to carve our own path.

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