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they will tell you to stop to leave the ruins as they are but you know better— you gather the stones turn them into verses turn them into shelter roses can grow even in ash and sweetness can return to bitter days every scar you carry is not an ending it is an opening a seed pushing toward the sun legends are born this way not in perfection but in persistence so drink— from the fountain that flows for every thirsting soul and leave it running for those still coming
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Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
the fountain of beginnings
Finally remembering how to forget.
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Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 2:26 AM UTC
Recalibration of the heartbroken headspace
I never knew you. You never knew me. We never met; this never happened; it was all a dream. (And I'm finally awake.)
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Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 1:56 AM UTC
Denial
We're just getting started.
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Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
Untitled
One day I hope you look back on your life and you're happy with the life you were given The **** ups, the love, the madness of it all I hope you are sitting on your front porch taking it all in with the love of your life Your grandchildren playing in the front yard with not a care in the world All the bad things that happened to you won't matter because you are here You survived All that's left at the end of the road is love And you, my darling, made it And one day it will all be worth it ~sdr
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
One Day
My mind can't remember the colour of her eyes and my heart is okay with it. I guess that's closure. -Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
Closure
George Bernard Shaw once wrote: "There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it." Obviously, Shaw had his heart broken once or twice, in his life. But when you experience it yourself, what are you going to do give up? Quit? No. Not me. I realize now that when your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure you're still alive. Because you are. You may feel as if you're lost. As if you've lost yourself. But we're never lost forever. And that pain you feel? That ache in your stomach... That sting in your heart.... That's life. The confusion and fear? That's there to remind you of one very important thing. And that is that somewhere out there, is something better, and it's not always going to be easily found or easy to happen. But it will, and that something is worth fighting for.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Shaw
Story teller This life is going too fast. Holding hands, hauling *** One day we were kissing, Now in all the pictures with holes, I am missing. You cut me out of your life through spite, Because I couldn’t love you like, You needed to be loved; By another man with a job. I couldn’t be the one that you could plan a future with. One of us wanted to raise kids. One of us was left behind. One of us was left to cry. If only we could have cried together; Tried even harder… Maybe we wouldn’t have become fertilizer. We would never have had to sever the bond we had. Now I am loves survivor. I carry on in human form, Wandering this world alone, Since the day that I was born. Left again on church steps. Begging for milk and a place to rest; But the time has come where I am no longer undone. I think that I am strong enough, To stand. Maybe at last I can become a man. So forward I stride into the rest of my life. I walk along the beaten path. The smile on my face shows you my past, Has been laid down to rest, because that is that. A forgotten memory of the former me. You see the actual soul I call myself is frozen in another Hell, That feels like home; it’s somewhere to be. On concrete roads I am sure of nothing. That I know. So forward I go, alone, no place to call my home. I need a heart to love always, But I am in pieces, because love only walks away And at the end of the day I remain the same. A ghost hanging onto a former glory. These things they all change. Time to write a better story. (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
Story teller
Story teller This life is going too fast. Holding hands, hauling *** One day we were kissing, Now in all the pictures with holes, I am missing. You cut me out of your life through spite, Because I couldn’t love you like, You needed to be loved; By another man with a job. I couldn’t be the one that you could plan a future with. One of us wanted to raise kids. One of us was left behind. One of us was left to cry. If only we could have cried together; Tried even harder… Maybe we wouldn’t have become fertilizer. We would never have had to sever the bond we had. Now I am loves survivor. I carry on in human form, Wandering this world alone, Since the day that I was born. Left again on church steps. Begging for milk and a place to rest; But the time has come where I am no longer undone. I think that I am strong enough, To stand. Maybe at last I can become a man. So forward I stride into the rest of my life. I walk along the beaten path. The smile on my face shows you my past, Has been laid down to rest, because that is that. A forgotten memory of the former me. You see the actual soul I call myself is frozen in another Hell, That feels like home; it’s somewhere to be. On concrete roads I am sure of nothing. That I know. So forward I go, alone, no place to call my home. I need a heart to love always, But I am in pieces, because love only walks away And at the end of the day I remain the same. A ghost hanging onto a former glory. These things they all change. Time to write a better story. (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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*We always joked about, How you were my Alex, I was your Rosie. We said everything about that movie, Depicted you and me. Not realising what I was doing, I had your number on speed dial, ‘What do I even say if he picks up?’ It had been months, I think even more than a year, What was I thinking? I had everything I wanted to say all planned out, Your voice rose up from the other end, The world stood still for a minute. 'Hello?' you said. A wave of emotions washed over me, I could not put a word to those feelings. That sense of comfort, and familiarity. Something that I missed, I had forgotten all about it. We didn’t have much to say, but that was okay. It was a comfortable sort of silence, Just us both, existing at this very moment. I miss you too, Alex. I never got to say it*
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
Love, Rosie
*21 November 2012 * We see it fallin' down like an old tower Took it for granted, all b'yond our power We never saved it, thought t’was b'yond repair But the next things took us unprepared I want to begin again, despite the worry By sayin', I’m wholeheartedly sorry For bein’ so coward and disdain I know it costed you so much pain I want to begin again, as long as it takes By acknowledgin' these simple mistakes And hope you’d forgive 'n' forget These faults are mine alone to regret I want to begin again, after all Like the first time we met last Fall T’was fated, but still feels surreal T’is heart— hope will mend ‘n’ heal I want to begin again, like this When we have no one to diss Like the last time we met in the house When all the anger ‘n’ aches arouse I want to begin again, without a clue By bein' honest, simple, and true B’cause they don’t know about us Our nightmares turn from dreams to dusts My lips tell it’s no joke to me Take a look into my eyes and you’ll see Can we do it all over again, minus the pain? B’cause I just want us to begin again
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
Begin Again