#trialanderror - Hello Poetry

Oh the days you failed Dragging you down endlessly And yet you will stand

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Apr 4

Apr 4, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC

MatthewHarper

Once more

Oh the days you failed Dragging you down endlessly And yet you will stand

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There are things we were taught as kids: to learn, to try to succeed and to achieve. Then there are losses. We fight, we deny. Textbooks didn’t tell us it’s okay to feel lost and cry. The heart will tell you when you’ve done enough. Time to sit back and let time pass. The good will come as they are. We do what we can and let the rest work itself out.

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Jan 17

Jan 17, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC

sleepydori

After Trying

There are things we were taught as kids: to learn, to try to succeed and to achieve. Then there are losses. We fight, we deny. Textbooks didn’t tell us it’s okay to feel lost and cry. The heart will tell you when you’ve done enough. Time to sit back and let time pass. The good will come as they are. We do what we can and let the rest work itself out.

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Call me a failure, a scissor-less tailor. But I’m not a terrorist— I’m a trial-and-errorist! I fall into fire, then rise even higher. I seek inner flash, not just piles of cash. Accept that I’m different— I don’t swim with the current. I’m not here to conform; I’m here to transform. Born to learn, my brain’s a disk to burn. Life runs on zero-one— The sky holds the moon and sun. Each soul crafts its story, So I’m not so sorry for narrating mine— whether I fail or shine. Write. Rewrite. Restart. My life itself is the art.

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May 13, 2025

May 13, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC

pirikli

Trial-and-Errorist

Call me a failure, a scissor-less tailor. But I’m not a terrorist— I’m a trial-and-errorist! I fall into fire, then rise even higher. I seek inner flash, not just piles of cash. Accept that I’m different— I don’t swim with the current. I’m not here to conform; I’m here to transform. Born to learn, my brain’s a disk to burn. Life runs on zero-one— The sky holds the moon and sun. Each soul crafts its story, So I’m not so sorry for narrating mine— whether I fail or shine. Write. Rewrite. Restart. My life itself is the art.

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There are plenty of fishes in the sea But which one will take the bait? You will come across so many different people But there will only be one that is suitable for you So it's okay to talk to a lot of guys In order to find the right one, There is a need for a trial and error afterall

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Jan 31, 2020

Jan 31, 2020 at 6:26 AM UTC

NinaSolita

The one

There are plenty of fishes in the sea But which one will take the bait? You will come across so many different people But there will only be one that is suitable for you So it's okay to talk to a lot of guys In order to find the right one, There is a need for a trial and error afterall

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Nervous that way I take peanut butter from the jar where blinking and licking overlap messily and focus is the last thing on my mind. There, just there scooped is where the thought returns. No high flying; no explanation just back, and the jar gets put on the shelf of the cupboard of wood, the oldest part of the house, and I cannot recall to write it the smell of peanuts jarred and ant poison and southern yellow pine.

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Feb 11, 2017

Feb 11, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC

d-lowell-wilder

The Return

Nervous that way I take peanut butter from the jar where blinking and licking overlap messily and focus is the last thing on my mind. There, just there scooped is where the thought returns. No high flying; no explanation just back, and the jar gets put on the shelf of the cupboard of wood, the oldest part of the house, and I cannot recall to write it the smell of peanuts jarred and ant poison and southern yellow pine.

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Jungle boots work suprisingly well at keeping feet dry in snow, but they sure as hell don't keep them warm.

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Feb 8, 2017

Feb 8, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC