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#humbled
deadened conscience inner voice shut out now your alone there is only one way back shouting expletives sacking those around hiring new help who do not fully comprehend 'you' yet.
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 9:44 AM UTC
Donald J Trump
Walk with me. Bring me the light Walk with me Giving me life Though the storm Hold my hand Give me strength Being a friend Feeling alive Eternal and wise Heaven has spoke to me Constantly You’ve set me free Thank you Lord For this opportunity.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 5:13 PM UTC
The Light
Have you ever been wrong? I was wrong. Ugly, smugly wrong. Psephologically wrong. Hit the iceberg, smoking’s good for you, the treaty of Versailles, left on red, Copernicus, Aristotle, Custer, wrong. I’m not claiming an excuse, wrong. It wasn’t you, it was me, wrong. Just fricking kiss a frog wrong. Wrong all along, wrong about the world, reevaluate me wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. I can admit I was wrong. Can you forgive me, can I forgive me, wrong . . Songs for this: Waters of March by John Roseboro & Mei Semones Stabilise by Nilüfer Yanya
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 6:06 AM UTC
wrong
I’ve come to the conclusion my blood is dedicated to frigid misconception The force with which it moves under my skin slow and blinding It knows best I suppose Less words means more things considered when evoking vicious vapid smiles Still, why the urge to humble me?
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Jun 29, 2024
Jun 29, 2024 at 12:18 AM UTC
Bad Apple
"Give me the strength to live one day, as if it summarized the entirety of my life".
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Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 7:14 AM UTC
Today.
Shallow breathing where my lungs reside Hollow soul speaks from deep inside Heavy yearning as these feelings subside.
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
Waiting for the casket to close
The acne breakout was too much to bear Pain and disgust at self filled my thoughts. Stood by the fruits aisle need to get on a fruit diet, so. Picked each kind like an elegant queen. I'm on a fruit diet you see. Then, he came. I sensed his heat and turned to look. Worn down shirt, torn down pants dusty feet, trembling hands. Picked one pear and paced away. Just a pear I saw the emptiness in me Quietly left the aisle in shame.
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 12:47 AM UTC
Just a pear
Silently humbled by birth Too late to care in such positions Both paused in bumbling notions of joy and despair Times condition gapes and separates Layers merge Control lost, costs constructed Impacted foresight of what might Tight lines blind All answers are finite To suggest anything less incrementally raises discrepancies We do not falsify intentions When mentioned only give to thyself what is true Where we see the other in you In what could be Is and was Nothing exist but her
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
Erin
I walked to the edge to evaluate my existence and in my hubris I believed i was reaching the firmament and beyond. Instead the sky was falling and with it the stars. Within my eyes you can follow their decent to the unknown depths of my heart. ©
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Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
Defeated
I beheld the arms of a fallen babe it's lifeless breath inches in this world and the air has given way to their undeveloped lungs.. a precious soul never to know the sun's skin as it kisses and darkens, tints and caresses gone too soon never to know of their mother & father I beheld a fallen babe lifeless in my arms leaving a mother to know the sorrow of missing their ..first born.. Shalom
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
Fallen/First Born
Woman, I know it is killing you - the quiet - because it is killing me, too. The moment you told me that we were through, I got lost, and now it's all that I can do - to be humbled by the thought of loving you - to be angry at what I thought I needed to do - to be happy with being just one, no longer two.
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Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
No Longer Two
The importance of our proper attitude can’t be overstated; are we, blessed children or a sad bunch of spectral paupers, unable to see our identity in Christ? Do we understand, what it means to be… humbled? Are we, naively carrying our sins, to justify our sense of guilt? Are we willing to repent and turn away from our wickedness? Or do we prefer the soft silt of Death… to cover our bones?
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
Poem: Humbled?
To move with grace     Would be my wish To live life by grace      Would be a forsaken place I follow close to seek       Out this place To lie my broken spirit       but not my final resting place
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Grace
I am humbled by the rain The way it mingles and manages With every tree And pocket between leaves. I am honored To be collected and covered With each available drop As I make my way outside. I am humbled. I am honored. I am wet.
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Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
wet
To know that someone Listens to my open heart Breathes life in my day Thank you!
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May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
Here's To You.
He said that he wasn't good enough for me, and I think that's what set me over the top. Because all my life I have never been good enough for anyone: friends, parents, boys, anyone. And finally I had met someone who I thought didn't take me for granted. Someone who I believed loved me. I thought that he honestly believed he wasn't good enough, which in turn made him the perfect fit. But I was wrong. What he was really saying was that I didn't deserve what he was giving me. I didn't deserve being walked all over, the lies, the secrets. I think he was genuinely saying that I deserved better then what he was ever going to offer me. And after five months I still don't know what to do with that.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
thinking is my downfall
we speak of thought and carry the night but inside our hearts we bury the life oh dear ego, you run away so easy i can't rely on you anymore you deserve no place in chest cause you lift me so high then flee when i'm destroyed . .but at the end of the day we'll fight to keep sane in this colored world i'm humbled
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
ego, you go
Love is like a bottle with the lid ******* to tight. Try so hard to twist and pry it open but it spills all over and then it feels like a glass half full and a waste of - Love is like a weird transition, never know when it's coming, but when it does, it just feels right.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
What Love is Like