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I’m letting go of the past. I’m letting go of you. Memories will forever last. As I move on,I forgive you
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC
I Forgive You
Id, cognism, ego. Mind & thoughts, the vault, the passions & ambitions. The springs, the streams, the rivers. The atmosphere, the clouds, the rain. The ocean, the lakes, the puddles. Feeding into itself, again & again. It's difficult to explain, But easy to conceive of, If you can imagine.
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Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
Another Ecosystem
The old man eats his TV dinners, He's never learned to cook. He believes it's a woman's job But he never quite has the nerve to approach one. Sure, there have been some But far & in-between. They don't stay long, Bar the ones who have been there Not to love but to take. But he was smart enough To cut them off And not ache for a connection Even if it wasn't genuine. He has sense enough Yet, not exactly a kind which is common. For he finds it hard To stand on ground equidistant. But what is normal? Is it such a thing as loneliness or love Which more people take apart of? In love there is loneliness, Just as in loneliness there is love. Whether it is from hearts together Who can't stand each other, Or from hearts seperate Yet readily love one another. Is it such a thing as loneliness in love Or love in loneliness Which more people find themselves in? Of the equal strength it takes to stay There is someone stronger in leaving, Of the equal weakness it takes to wane There is someone weaker in longing. Yet, of the unrequited, These are but fancy words Which don't always flower to fruition. And love can be won through persistence, But to some it is akin to attrition. The foundation of it loose & unstructured, Rather than unbound & liberated. Perchance, by the eye which beholds; Some think it cowardly - Some think it bold. To go on loving, nonreciprocal. To go on loving, unconditional.
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Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 3:46 PM UTC
Save A Leg For Me!
We walked together till together walked away We stopped the walking and sat down to lay wondering how life is heavy this way not to carry together’s slack and whether we could carry together another day if together were to ever come back to stay
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Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 4:52 PM UTC
Together apart
firth - part of the sea; ebbs and flows - an inlet of the ocean at a wide river estuary, a place where mourning songs are sung and souls are lost and found and secrets revealed and waters are wide; a place to breathe for once. the firth is where there is a separation of ways. where we walk down one river each and we don’t look back go forward forget the past.
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Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 10:58 PM UTC
fibonacci firth
You set my heart up on a shelf Way too high for me to reach So I can't take it down myself Therefore you I must beseech Heard the thoughts you left unsaid Swear I can almost read your mind Expression betrays what's in your head To not read your face have to be blind Coming to a reluctant acceptance On the cold side of your shoulder That I must live without your presence To accompany me as I grow older Hooking up with someone new Doesn't really help at all Because I compare everyone to you Making it impossible to fall Rusted trust is decomposing Like cars in forgotten junkyards Pits in my soul created by eroding Leave my insides hollowed and scarred If I only I could stop the sorrow Cover ears but it still trickles in Wish there was laughter I could borrow To drown out echoes of your voice within I try to track down explanations For why things suddenly went wrong Hindsight still sees no indications Pointing to you saying "so long" One moment we held each other tight The next we were pulling apart We swiftly went from kissing goodnight To seperate beds and broken hearts
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May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 9:23 PM UTC
Separate Beds And Broken Hearts
Yet again, we sat on a bench, this time without dark, grey clouds. And we erased away each other from our phones, we took away all that was us. And we said how much we loved each other and we cried. And when we once again walked away, I cried because I had gotten my ending, at last, the one I had wanted for so long. I was finally free from and so I kept crying. And that was the last time it was us. The last time we met when it was real. Afterwards, you have been in my mind more than I thought was possible and we have seen each other less that I believed we would, without really looking and never letting each other even a meter close to our hearts, never wanting to risk ever again to destroy everything we have so carefully rebuilt.
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Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
- the ending
Tiptoe. Heel to sole. Closer and warmer. Tongue against palate. Tongue against teeth. Air slips in between lips... word for word. Mumbling and muttering… Hands are shaken. Heads are nodding. Backs are bending. Tiptoe. Sole to heel. Distant and cold.
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
Eb and Flow
To wind I lend my ears, her prank instantly cheers, then on our separate ways.
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
A casual affair that cheers
Deep green Withered screen Soft skin Rotting thin Blessed boy Restless joy I cover it Emotion Each heartache Each pain To feel you again To understand touch To remember such Love me once more Barriers will fall We shall collide Extremeties dissapate Crooked smiles will align once again
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
Align
Building a wall could be The only choice Whoever built
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
Walls
I can’t keep denying these feelings When my heart keeps screaming I love you I told myself that when I saw you again I wouldn’t fall back In love with you It doesn’t make sense, the way that I feel Our worlds are too separate for Me to love you Every time I walk away I’d come back if You told me you loved me.
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
In love with you
Sweet and strong flower Set aside having to deal with all the excess power Politics corrupt the once functional family She must shelter her only son As the vulture's attack... the press never tells solid truths... Here it comes, another scandal "proclaimed" by those creative nut-sacks. She is forced to wear a smile even though she is stronger than they may think or may know Like "Superman" she disguises herself as Clark Kent Acting mild and mild-mannered although I know, she is a lot like me She is tough, independent, and wishing to fly free She loves her country and family however, she needs to save herself As her once true love's attention was once with her, romantic it is now more than for her. As it may benefit us in country Family cannot be ruled like such He needs to open his welded eyes focused too much on his family's dwindling attention The coldness of false affections... Doesn't the Trumpeter know? As he sounds the "call of unity" He needs antibiotics for his family's separation and diseases from cold and empty and less feeling family halls that makes them shake and sweat from the afflicted worries As he cleans up the country...He needs to fix his family Through these heartbreaking attacks where Daddy has a lack of his heart beating To them, he needs to show love's Breezes. She shall finally break out and leave for more promised lands where he stands, wondering, "Why?" As she melts down their wedding bands. She shall do the job that both parents do. This is such a story set askew. "Do your job," she does it well. The haters can all go to their fiery deserved Hells. Families deserve their "quiet and private eras" Not to be run by Him like a well "oiled Factory" The family might be citizens of this country" That we all love and support him in doing a job "well done!" In her heart, it does way a ton. "Enough is enough" "I am not a fragile and wilting flower" She shall stand, to all, showing her pure beauty in strength As she fights they ill faded and critical mouth's showers. I call her "The Sweet and Strong Flower" Not as a diss It is more than this... It is a compliment. Beauty is only skin deep As such are stereotypes... They are made by the thin-skinned and weak minded... As she shall show, through time...Her true inner power... She is the one with tact and true-hearted plans For country and foremost, family. She shall be the one to point the last finger "I've been the one, to your misfortuned future, to prevented such... to you I reminded.." "Stay obsessed with a job, a career, or power" "Since I'm not your Definition" "A weak and Fragile Flower."
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
Sweet and Strong Flower
Sweet and strong flower Set aside having to deal with all the excess power Politics corrupt the once functional family She must shelter her only son As the vulture's attack... the press never tells solid truths... Here it comes, another scandal "proclaimed" by those creative nut-sacks. She is forced to wear a smile even though she is stronger than they may think or may know Like "Superman" she disguises herself as Clark Kent Acting mild and mild-mannered although I know, she is a lot like me She is tough, independent, and wishing to fly free She loves her country and family however, she needs to save herself As her once true love's attention was once with her, romantic it is now more than for her. As it may benefit us in country Family cannot be ruled like such He needs to open his welded eyes focused too much on his family's dwindling attention The coldness of false affections... Doesn't the Trumpeter know? As he sounds the "call of unity" He needs antibiotics for his family's separation and diseases from cold and empty and less feeling family halls that makes them shake and sweat from the afflicted worries As he cleans up the country...He needs to fix his family Through these heartbreaking attacks where Daddy has a lack of his heart beating To them, he needs to show love's Breezes. She shall finally break out and leave for more promised lands where he stands, wondering, "Why?" As she melts down their wedding bands. She shall do the job that both parents do. This is such a story set askew. "Do your job," she does it well. The haters can all go to their fiery deserved Hells. Families deserve their "quiet and private eras" Not to be run by Him like a well "oiled Factory" The family might be citizens of this country" That we all love and support him in doing a job "well done!" In her heart, it does way a ton. "Enough is enough" "I am not a fragile and wilting flower" She shall stand, to all, showing her pure beauty in strength As she fights they ill faded and critical mouth's showers. I call her "The Sweet and Strong Flower" Not as a diss It is more than this... It is a compliment. Beauty is only skin deep As such are stereotypes... They are made by the thin-skinned and weak minded... As she shall show, through time...Her true inner power... She is the one with tact and true-hearted plans For country and foremost, family. She shall be the one to point the last finger "I've been the one, to your misfortuned future, to prevented such... to you I reminded.." "Stay obsessed with a job, a career, or power" "Since I'm not your Definition" "A weak and Fragile Flower."
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The confusion collapses around me A torrent of emotion barreling though members of the crowd But it only takes a second Now everything is clear And.... Honestly All I ever wanted was to be cut free Is that as shallow as it seems? In my heart I know No one will mourn Only regret For what could of been You'll never know it But i fought for you I worked this breif day away I sutured the pain I sewed my mouth And threw my soul All of this To gain or regain Now no one knows And yet they care Or i know they would've Had they seen me As this here, or, my world Is pulled undone and beams of light Pierce the darkness and my eyes Lifting up I've yet so much to do Help me
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
Parade 4/4
This cell becomes division an idea a split a incision a night and a day Black and white But in this division We can see, we can envision Identity pouring forth The tiny flame Of a name... This tree becomes a seed It moves it bleeds and breaks a part of itself to move forward and yet it is not how it started out however it doesn't lose it self to doubt We branch out wards like this family tree This fire becomes a spark It lights another flame Who could tell it from the fire and yet it has its own desires The human becomes a egg Hatching catching its mothers eyes One day it will be fully grown Will it still feel the sting of being alone? This ocean becomes a drop A drop that drips from a leaf A raindrop that settles on the ground In the cycle of Gaia Repeating on and on We are not separate We move on and on..
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
The cycle
And she BREATHED for the first time in a while, She then CHOKED on what it was she took in, It was NEW, It was FOREIGN, It was UNUSUAL, But it was just AIR ...
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Stress
You are the sun. I am a star. One in the same, But we're too far apart. Instead I'll just keep you Here in my heart. Here in my heart; Here in my soul-- All of the parts No one else knows. I wish I could love you, Have you to hold. Have you to hold And cherish and spoil. Together grow old Through all of life's toils. But best laid plans Are made to be foiled. Are made to be foiled And change, come undone. Though my passion for you Is second to none, You shine best on your own, for You are the sun. You are the sun. I am a star. One in the same, But we're too far apart. Instead I'll just keep you Here in my heart.
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
Here In My Heart
Goodnight I hope you fall into a thick dreamland where the colours of reality begin to mistify and the hues of your temporal paradise begin to solidify. May you weep with excitement due to the aura it brings, may you find contentment in the air as you wake and may my love reach you ~ half across the world
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
Mystical Landscape
The wall shall not divide you, Not in terms of one or two, Instead it shall be loved ones, Who hold the heart sliced through, And should they share their daily bread, Or offer sips of wine, One must remember, that after all, I am not their kind.
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Different Hearts