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Do you even care– or do my whispers fade in air? A thousand poems fill my head, unwritten words I’ve never said, each feeling inked but left undone– all of them yours, every one. I hush the thunder in my chest, force trembling pulses into rest, afraid you’ll read what lies between– the hidden lines, the in-between. A single text, your name, your light– and I dissolve, lose every fight. Butterflies, wild, untamed, and free, dance reckless storms inside of me, like I’m a girl of younger days, still lost in love’s first burning blaze. I feel too much– too deep, too wide, no place within myself to hide. So I stand beneath the silver rain, and let it wash away the pain. Its gentle touch, my only peace, a fleeting, fragile, soft release. And when the weight becomes too true, I write, again, I write of you. A moment’s calm, then torn apart– just like your shadow leaves my heart. You come, you go, a ghost, a flame, and never once do you remain. How many times have I been yours? A thousand hearts laid at your doors. Ten years of love that would not bend, a loyal soul without an end. But for what end? For what return? To ache, to break, to watch you turn? To be your warmth when nights grow cold, then left alone once you are whole? You know the truth I cannot hide, you’ve seen the storm I keep inside. If I should fade, if I should flee, would you come searching after me? Or am I just a borrowed light– a fleeting spark within your night? You said that love must be controlled, a fragile thing you have to hold– to wrap it tight, to make it stay, to bend it softly to your way. I was too young, too wild, too free, not something you could ever keep. But time has carved and reshaped me– I’m not the girl I used to be. Still on my knees, I softly pray, if you are wrong– then drift away. Let God unwrite your name from mine, erase the threads of fate and time. Yet here I roam, where storms collide, a stray with nowhere left to hide. Through wind and rain, through dark unknown, still searching for a place called home. ♡ lil-usagi
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Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:18 PM UTC
Unkept
Do you even care– or do my whispers fade in air? A thousand poems fill my head, unwritten words I’ve never said, each feeling inked but left undone– all of them yours, every one. I hush the thunder in my chest, force trembling pulses into rest, afraid you’ll read what lies between– the hidden lines, the in-between. A single text, your name, your light– and I dissolve, lose every fight. Butterflies, wild, untamed, and free, dance reckless storms inside of me, like I’m a girl of younger days, still lost in love’s first burning blaze. I feel too much– too deep, too wide, no place within myself to hide. So I stand beneath the silver rain, and let it wash away the pain. Its gentle touch, my only peace, a fleeting, fragile, soft release. And when the weight becomes too true, I write, again, I write of you. A moment’s calm, then torn apart– just like your shadow leaves my heart. You come, you go, a ghost, a flame, and never once do you remain. How many times have I been yours? A thousand hearts laid at your doors. Ten years of love that would not bend, a loyal soul without an end. But for what end? For what return? To ache, to break, to watch you turn? To be your warmth when nights grow cold, then left alone once you are whole? You know the truth I cannot hide, you’ve seen the storm I keep inside. If I should fade, if I should flee, would you come searching after me? Or am I just a borrowed light– a fleeting spark within your night? You said that love must be controlled, a fragile thing you have to hold– to wrap it tight, to make it stay, to bend it softly to your way. I was too young, too wild, too free, not something you could ever keep. But time has carved and reshaped me– I’m not the girl I used to be. Still on my knees, I softly pray, if you are wrong– then drift away. Let God unwrite your name from mine, erase the threads of fate and time. Yet here I roam, where storms collide, a stray with nowhere left to hide. Through wind and rain, through dark unknown, still searching for a place called home. ♡ lil-usagi
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about me now in cruel weekdays count 'em while you can about me now in a fight to cruel weathers about me now in a hurry to recovery soon, very soon it will happen in a second about me now in a hate for weariness about me now among cruel enemies forgiveness, insanity tomorrows tomorrows tomorrows next decade, a step closer days, months, centuries, about me now in cruel weaknesses
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:06 PM UTC
about me now
Memory garbage dump Holding everything old Aged releasing all I've realized my brain Swollen from decades of thought Now, only wants now Goodbye to the past Earth quakes releasing the crust Cliffs of synapse fall
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Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 1:27 PM UTC
Memory
An un-stopped new second Something new to send A baby, I am told Who does not grow old A new minute A new suite is built A new time A new dime A new hour A new dollar A new year is flatly Fast approaching A new dream In the stream A new century Is crawling Passing by Good bye. Hebert Logerie Friday, December 30, 2016 Hebert Logerie has written countless poetry books.
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Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 9:35 PM UTC
Time Is Always New
“a decade old is forever new, for truth is never old.” Pradip Chattopadhyay  this man, ten years of inspiration, ten years of friendship, here, on HP, provides nourishment to my lagging body as it nears eight decades of Earthly occupation, for his eyes and heart and his mastery of the songs of the tongue, have wrenched me straight, we, attentive to the tears he makes me weep, for his insights penetrate my insides, even now as one, unexpectedly, reflects midst yet another first poem of the day, my eyelids blink away the wet, my brain revels at his pithy, how he corrals, encapsulates the daily smoke and fire of life, it truest value, in words that make one wonder, what admixture of mineral, chemical, history, adventures, atmosphere, parentage, spices, love gives him these super powers to gentle seize the moment, size our souls, causing my cheeks to wide smile, while mine eyes sheds monsoon droplets of feelings so deep, that my repaired heart oxygenates my very soul, making me high, my mind reels that a day will come inevitable that one of us will be unable to sit by side, swapping tales of granddaughters, and other earth meaningful events, to walk his streets or he, mine, finishing each other’s couplets. to think that I awoke with no intention of composing this paean, but his brief pearl knocks my head side to side, and with the tears, come words, that age, or an entire decade, cannot restrain, retrained to modesty, for regarding my friend Pradip, my boundaries expand and cannot be contained, even by my delimited vocabulary, the paucity of my skill, the insufficiency of the adjectives acquired over a lifetime, but do my unequal-to-the-task best efforts, but without choice, but compulsed, compelled, one more time, to say, to my new day, perhaps my last, I love this poet~man. this is one of my truths. <> Wed Jan 17 8:31am City of New York <> read the poetry of https://hellopoetry.com/pradip-chattopadhyay/ <>
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Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 12:27 PM UTC
“a decade old is forever new, for truth is never old.”. Pradip Chattopadhyay
“a decade old is forever new, for truth is never old.” Pradip Chattopadhyay  this man, ten years of inspiration, ten years of friendship, here, on HP, provides nourishment to my lagging body as it nears eight decades of Earthly occupation, for his eyes and heart and his mastery of the songs of the tongue, have wrenched me straight, we, attentive to the tears he makes me weep, for his insights penetrate my insides, even now as one, unexpectedly, reflects midst yet another first poem of the day, my eyelids blink away the wet, my brain revels at his pithy, how he corrals, encapsulates the daily smoke and fire of life, it truest value, in words that make one wonder, what admixture of mineral, chemical, history, adventures, atmosphere, parentage, spices, love gives him these super powers to gentle seize the moment, size our souls, causing my cheeks to wide smile, while mine eyes sheds monsoon droplets of feelings so deep, that my repaired heart oxygenates my very soul, making me high, my mind reels that a day will come inevitable that one of us will be unable to sit by side, swapping tales of granddaughters, and other earth meaningful events, to walk his streets or he, mine, finishing each other’s couplets. to think that I awoke with no intention of composing this paean, but his brief pearl knocks my head side to side, and with the tears, come words, that age, or an entire decade, cannot restrain, retrained to modesty, for regarding my friend Pradip, my boundaries expand and cannot be contained, even by my delimited vocabulary, the paucity of my skill, the insufficiency of the adjectives acquired over a lifetime, but do my unequal-to-the-task best efforts, but without choice, but compulsed, compelled, one more time, to say, to my new day, perhaps my last, I love this poet~man. this is one of my truths. <> Wed Jan 17 8:31am City of New York <> read the poetry of https://hellopoetry.com/pradip-chattopadhyay/ <>
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It was a day that I was bound to dread. I woke up in the hospital and found you dead. I told the nurse that I thought you had died and she examined you. She found no pulse and she confirmed what I believed to be true. Your death occurred ten years ago today. After living for 64 years, you passed away. I woke up my brother and told him that you died. When I went home, I licked my wounds and cried. I had to accept the fact that your life had come to an end. You weren't just my mother, you were also my closest friend. I loved you and people know how important you were to me. You have been gone from my life for one tenth of a century. You died even though I begged God to save you when I prayed. Rest in Peace, Mom, today you've been dead for an entire decade.
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Mar 6, 2023
Mar 6, 2023 at 9:37 AM UTC
Rest In Peace, Mom - Part VI
It has been an entire decade since we last spent Christmas together. Less than three months later, you died and you were gone forever. The last Christmas that we spent together is something I hold dear. Time certainly does fly, it does not seem like it has been ten years. After spending many Christmases together, your life came to an end. After you died, it took nearly two years for my broken heart to mend. You once cooked Christmas dinners and we opened gifts that were under the trees. The memories of the years that we spent together are very important to me. When you were only 64, you had an abdominal aneurysm and I lost my best friend. Merry Christmas, Mom, it's sad that we can never spend Christmas together again.
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Dec 3, 2022
Dec 3, 2022 at 9:02 AM UTC
Merry Christmas, Mom - Part X
Andy Griffith found success when he starred in "The Andy Griffith Show". That sitcom is still popular today and it was created over sixty years ago. It was one decade ago today when Andy Griffith took his final breath. Andy didn't have a funeral, he was buried immediately after his death. He starred in "Matlock" from 1986 to 1995. Andy would be ninety-six if he had survived. Ten years ago today, a famous man died. Andy had Charisma and talent and that can't be denied.
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Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 10:55 AM UTC
The Tenth Anniversary Of Andy Griffith's Death
The birds are whistling and the trees are listening To the sway of a branch and the ending of a decade gone away with the facade Of trickery wrought from calloused tongues And seeds of deceit planted in the young Come away my friend, watch the decade of the end Again once more, before the flowers get sore Bending into death, and ending their breath Come away to endings, and the long awaited sending Watch the decade of the end my dearest friend
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Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
Decade of the End
A new decade A clean slate The days can be shaped By the new winds of fate It’s time for the evil inside to be buried For me to move, settle down and get married Have kids, write books and have a nice home It’s time for a decade where I won’t be alone
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Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC
A new decade
It was two thousand and ten A minute ago And now the year of the deadly virus ten years hence Like a dream - A decade passes Like waves crashing on The shore And I hibernate in The visions of yesteryear Picking out my psychic Territory A hermit? Oh! No! A Saint in hiding
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Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 4:37 AM UTC
Time passes
Yet another decade begins, another choice we get To create a nexus or a vicious circle Its time to reflect back, and know What it means for your soul, your inner sparkle
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Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 9:49 AM UTC
New decade
It’s been ten years, long but short nonetheless, But these last few weeks seem most valuable: With the many tears, shed but shown much less, With what was and still isn’t; days, countable, Unwind the deep depths of my mind, as I press And **** what memories I have left, unable To realize, much more see, how near sunset’s Come. For me, it might be time to buy a shave. I’ve got a lot to look back to, much more to look at: Those days I cried because I couldn’t fight and The days I’ll fight because I wouldn’t cry… That, That and why things are the way they are without Having to ask “why?” are the things my mind can’t Help but think of. It’s my time to wake up now. Sunset nears, but there is no need to fear the night. All nights pass as if there is none; hence, sleep is time Travel. Sunrise will come just as soon as sunset; right After the sun waves goodbye it greets us with light So brilliant. Indeed, it is time to wake up… Tomorrow Is just like any other day, just that it starts another Ten years… of pain and joy, of sorrow and laughter, Of new things and old habits… I’m not even halfway there!
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
Some Words Before the Decade Ends
Some days it feels like the world has twisted Like the earth took a wrong rotation Then it tried to fix it but something didn't quite fit There must be a crack somewhere Where we all keep stumbling One after another, day after day Like a pile of dominoes Welcome to the year 2020 20 dominoes that fell down 1...2...3...4... 20 things that went wrong
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
Bizzaro World
A decade starts, leaving the previous one behind, The whole world celebrates. And the history’s put to rewind. For the next ten years. With so much lived in the past And so much to live in the coming ones I hope I don’t find myself aghast Of the next ten years. It’s definitely a long journey And I’m ready to take off To take up a different sojourn In the next ten years. Lives will be changed And a turn will be taken Leading to something strange Up the next ten years. Many new goals will be set And people will thrive And will do anything to get. In those ten years. All I am stuck thinking Is how much I will change Leaving my old self behind lurking Through the next ten years.
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 12:35 AM UTC
The Next Ten Years
i will learn to taste the honeydew and pretend to like it i will taste the honeysuckle and not have to pretend i will feel grass in my hands and say it is the best of life and not the woman i need between my teeth i am not ferocious, not demanding, not unwise, simply at peace. i am the sparkler to the firework the star to the sun the kitten to the lion. but are these not all one and the same? i see dandelion seeds and though they are weeds i will watch their dance anyway i dive into agua dulce wishing to be stardust instead of glitter but glitter is certainly better than ash under the water i have a moment to myself where it takes my screams into pockets of air floating up without consequence escaping my body at last in a beautiful anonymity may watchful eyes devour my body unmarked, unblemished, devoid. and they will watch as i make myself perfect …but if the powdered sugar somehow melts off of my skin i beg you to look away for your sake and mine
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
this decade i will be new
The whole decade thing came at us fast Or did it Was it really, what, 10 years? *** (where the f¥€k did it go) Surprising that it passes and so many people missed it DO NOT miss the next one Jump right in and start it robustly Just mumbling some morning banter..... I didn't even realise it was Friday...Shit Brian Hill -2020 # 203
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 2:31 PM UTC
Decade?
The last day of the decade in which I grew up. Funny. Every year felt like a decade itself.
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
Note 291:
Dear Diary; this year already tastes like last year and I can see the rot ahead.
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Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC
Diary Excerpts #8
As the decade began,  I felt a rush go through  my entire body,  like how it felt when we were kids. 
You stayed by my side just so you could be  the first thing on my mind.
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Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
2020
the first steps felt so easy. i was unburdened. at times i flew. it took me all these years to find that everything inside me had never changed at all
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
Ten Years
In a room filled with bubbles Take notice of the little ones The little ones travel the distance because they survive commotion We are in a new year and decade, pay attention to the little things Stay away from commotional chaos Have a terrific introductory day to fresh beginnings Brian Hill - 2020 # 1
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Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
Start Now
I am a "zoomer", which means that I grew up in this past decade. Going into 2010, I was on the edge of being seven years old. Thinking that this is when my life will really begin. That ever-looming question. I look back on this decade and think, when did my life begin? At what point, in the past 10 years, did I open my eyes and see the world how it is? Was it when I was 11 on an airplane for the first time, seeing just how small we really are? Or perhaps when I stood on the summit of the tallest peak of the Rocky Mountains at 13? Maybe it was when I came out for the first time in 2016. In eighth grade, to my closest friend. It could've been when someone called me a *** for the first time when I was 14, and I didn't know what it meant. Or was it when I was 15, and realized that I was trans and panromantic? Then again, it also might've been when I was newly 16 and tried to escape. I know it's cliché, but if I had traveled back in time to this exact day in 2010, I don't think my younger self would recognize me, let alone believe what I tell them about this decade. When I was 7, I thought 2020 was going to be high tech and futuristic. I never thought that I'd be able to travel to so many new places. I never thought I'd be pan, or a boy. I never thought that people could be so hateful towards my existence. I never thought that my mom would get sick. I never thought that I'd add myself to statistics. And then I realize that it's 2020 very soon, and now I'm on the edge of being 17. I'm still asking that question. When will my life begin? Except, this time, I know the answer.
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Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
Decade
I am a "zoomer", which means that I grew up in this past decade. Going into 2010, I was on the edge of being seven years old. Thinking that this is when my life will really begin. That ever-looming question. I look back on this decade and think, when did my life begin? At what point, in the past 10 years, did I open my eyes and see the world how it is? Was it when I was 11 on an airplane for the first time, seeing just how small we really are? Or perhaps when I stood on the summit of the tallest peak of the Rocky Mountains at 13? Maybe it was when I came out for the first time in 2016. In eighth grade, to my closest friend. It could've been when someone called me a *** for the first time when I was 14, and I didn't know what it meant. Or was it when I was 15, and realized that I was trans and panromantic? Then again, it also might've been when I was newly 16 and tried to escape. I know it's cliché, but if I had traveled back in time to this exact day in 2010, I don't think my younger self would recognize me, let alone believe what I tell them about this decade. When I was 7, I thought 2020 was going to be high tech and futuristic. I never thought that I'd be able to travel to so many new places. I never thought I'd be pan, or a boy. I never thought that people could be so hateful towards my existence. I never thought that my mom would get sick. I never thought that I'd add myself to statistics. And then I realize that it's 2020 very soon, and now I'm on the edge of being 17. I'm still asking that question. When will my life begin? Except, this time, I know the answer.
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