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The Hardest Forgiving Slant <|> 9:19am Fri Sept 22 2023 ~ 8:02am Fri Sep 29 2023 commenced during the Ten Days of Awe <|> we debase our language daily, robbing the spectacular majesty [example] of awe with the common overusing vernacular of “awesome” especially forgiveness is degraded, we utter “I’m sorry” trippingly, costless, less than cheap, with even the snap-on veneer (1) of sincerity discarded, but move on to the next rudeness but today I will not permit myself an easy letting-off-the-hook, no shifting of blame to anonymity, or fast forward to tomorrow, when we can obfuscate our intrepid dishonesty one more time…again to forgive those who have injured us, not that hard, or the judging deities, who silently wink and nod, but offer no certitude beyond trying, itself a maybe, maybe not, truly tiring this trying tacking the constant requests so first an etymology explication on the tension inherent that very word, f o r g i v e As a word, as a sensed, intuitively- it is a Perfect Continuous Infinitive! (2) to forgive is perfect, to forgive is continuous,, to forgive is infinite! what a marvelous, perpetual past, present and always futuristic word (alas) The Hardest Forgiving? to forgive oneself so nearer to impossible, the first responders doing triage, leave people like me for last, as it a unconditional condition with no cure that can be effected indeed, by our very affect, they instant diagnosis seeing our very gestures, body language, or ****** expressions, all reveal the hopelessness of the never-to-be-given-grace, among us for a thousand years, I have tried and failed to forgive myself for the worst I’ve done, and there is no sword or club, blood-letting, that can dispatch the onerous burden I carry so I write poetry, a salve that offers temporary relief, while I write, imposed a momentarily distracting, a kind of dusting of self~spin, that chills myself just until the, this! poem is finished, the slant is drawn <§> Tell all the truth but tell it slant — BY EMILY DICKINSON Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind —
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Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 8:12 AM UTC
The Hardest Forgiving Slant
The Hardest Forgiving Slant <|> 9:19am Fri Sept 22 2023 ~ 8:02am Fri Sep 29 2023 commenced during the Ten Days of Awe <|> we debase our language daily, robbing the spectacular majesty [example] of awe with the common overusing vernacular of “awesome” especially forgiveness is degraded, we utter “I’m sorry” trippingly, costless, less than cheap, with even the snap-on veneer (1) of sincerity discarded, but move on to the next rudeness but today I will not permit myself an easy letting-off-the-hook, no shifting of blame to anonymity, or fast forward to tomorrow, when we can obfuscate our intrepid dishonesty one more time…again to forgive those who have injured us, not that hard, or the judging deities, who silently wink and nod, but offer no certitude beyond trying, itself a maybe, maybe not, truly tiring this trying tacking the constant requests so first an etymology explication on the tension inherent that very word, f o r g i v e As a word, as a sensed, intuitively- it is a Perfect Continuous Infinitive! (2) to forgive is perfect, to forgive is continuous,, to forgive is infinite! what a marvelous, perpetual past, present and always futuristic word (alas) The Hardest Forgiving? to forgive oneself so nearer to impossible, the first responders doing triage, leave people like me for last, as it a unconditional condition with no cure that can be effected indeed, by our very affect, they instant diagnosis seeing our very gestures, body language, or ****** expressions, all reveal the hopelessness of the never-to-be-given-grace, among us for a thousand years, I have tried and failed to forgive myself for the worst I’ve done, and there is no sword or club, blood-letting, that can dispatch the onerous burden I carry so I write poetry, a salve that offers temporary relief, while I write, imposed a momentarily distracting, a kind of dusting of self~spin, that chills myself just until the, this! poem is finished, the slant is drawn <§> Tell all the truth but tell it slant — BY EMILY DICKINSON Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind —
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The hardest lesson to learn Is that hiding your feelings Protects no one. The hardest thing to accept Is that you don't need to protect anyone.
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Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC
Protect yourself
~~~ (This one is for me) ~~~ The hardest thing to do, being strong, for everyone else
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
10W: The hardest thing to do
Since young I don’t really get it why do people cry or get disappointed when they’re are sick Isn’t great that we can skip school or not work? Until I realise mine own sickness it’s life threatening and I’m here praying to god everyday, begging for help and forgive the sin I’ve done. Gasping for oxygen, trying to walk, Trying to be normal again but how? Walking was the easiest but now it became the hardest.
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
I don’t understand but I do now
Why the hardest person to love is the one looking back at me through the mirror, I know what I hide, I don't impress me, I can't confound me, But if not me, who will?
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
Who can?
The higher you climb, the further you’ll fall, With a mindset like that, you will never stand tall. What you should instead remember, when you fight against time, is that the best view comes after the hardest climb
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Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC
the higher you climb...
Pretending tomorrow We'll both be different Changed from who we are today Actually want me to be happy Stop clutching onto each word you say Pretending habits don't have the best of us We're content with a life of sobriety Like the sound of that idea Wish it was that easy Pretending a wish or two comes true The floor tossed into a pile Like eachother but not all the time Wish for me to smile Pretending we can build home like before Set against a sky of gold Magically capable of exploring possible futures Every desire taking hold Pretending we will find salvation Life just one cruel joke Silhouettes waiting for goodbye long overdue Death to claim what life broke Pretending every day to try my hardest Both know my love is a sham Want to be a better person for you That's just not who I am
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 3:35 AM UTC
Pretending
"What you did to me is unheard of. Unspeakable. You are repulsive. Goodbye." I can't deal with you no more. You were my best friend. Called me a b**** and h** and so, so much more. At this point, if you don't know those two words, then you haven't been in this sort of situation. He was my best friend. My best friend. It's still burned in the back of my mind. Surprising, isn't it, when the person you trust the most doesn't just bail, but hurts you. The person you loved the most makes you stay up crying in bed. The person you loved the most makes you feel afraid of going to school or unlocking your phone. At this point, I have given up. My real friends are my old friends, the ones everyone thought I would dump forever. But, they always lurked in the background of my life. They may have been shoved to the side, but never did they fade. These are the friends that were by your side through the hardest times. Before you meet the one friend you get crazy close with in one night and pretend trust grows on trees, think about your old friends. The ones you might be mad at for a stupid, stupid reason. Give them a chance. Don't let the others fade, just because you found a new "them." You've replaced them. But, the replacement will fail to serve.
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:57 PM UTC
Replacement
here came, the hardest goodbye see it, here comes the end farewell soon, here comes the sunset
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Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
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What's the hardest thing you've ever done? "I've smiled".
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
Smile
Hardest part of losing you was finding you again Our relationship met a sudden end When Winter crawled in and Fall departed Both felt tired and broken-hearted Wild nights that brought so much joy Once enchanted, we no longer enjoy We laugh but not as often Is the magic almost forgotten? Long ago when we were young Captured my heart with words you sung Letting my hair down, letting loose Lie after lie, no excuse But spark within was worth the pain In darkness you took it all away Back then we would party just to pass the time Now do not feel normal in a sober state of mind Could find someone else who would actually follow through I have and my heart went right back to you
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
The Hardest Part
The hardest thing in the world is loving someone who can't love and who has never known of true love I loved a girl who had a divergent mirror And when she looked through that mirror she saw things far from what they actually were I was gonna slay dragons and stop the time for you But you rejected it Somehow when I proclaimed my undying love for you All you could hear is that I was gonna use your vulnerability I am sorry you did not love yourself enough to let yourself see the truth
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
why love is the hardest thing in the world
I was supposed to be happy I left him because it was Right It was Socially acceptable But I was pulled so hard away from You I didn’t want to let go, and I don’t know why I’m crying It’s over a year since you cared I think you did Or maybe you just wanted her,and I know she wanted you But why does it still have to hurt when he moves on with her I know I use her as a mirror Because I don’t know how to judge anyone but the reflection I want to smash it but I can’t I need it I need to know why And I want it to stop because it Hurts, so bad The first relationship shouldn’t feel like this He was too long ago, too shallow, too blind to see you for you So why does it hurt My face is still wet And this isn’t helping
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
First love
When we fall and no other attempts                                        to help us up. But a enemy pulls us from our lowest point. We know that friends are just an illusion                  and enemies show there true colours                                          through our hardships. enemies Being the ones who are our hardest critics,                                      but the first to clench                                there fist is true meaning.
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
Our Enemies Are Our Closest Friends
sometimes the easiest questions are the hardest to answer.
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
Untitled
One of the most hardest, Yet most rewarding things Is to go to the one who hurt you the most Look them in the eyes and say "I Forgive you" Not only do you free them, You free yourself from your own restraint
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Forgive and Forget
The hardest part of smiling Is knowing it won't last
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
The Wonderful Life of a Pessimist