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Til I loved I never lived

Emily Dickinson

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Quietly forgive yourself for

everything you didn't know back then.

For the choices you made in survival,

the words you didn't say,

the boundaries you didn't set,

the love you gave too freely,

and the signs you missed while

trying your best.

Stop replaying the past and start

speaking to yourself with grace.

Because growth doesn’t need an audience.

And healing doesn’t always need to be loud.

Sometimes, it looks like whispering,

“I didn’t know better then… but I do now.”

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Every day, life offers us a choice. We can focus on the pain, the disappointments, and the reasons to be bitter—or we can open our hearts to the beauty, the kindness, and the countless reasons to be grateful.

The world is full of both shadows and light, and what we choose to see shapes the story we live. Today, I’m choosing to see the good, to embrace joy, and to let love lead the way. The perspective we choose is the life we create.

-Etheric Echoes

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05/09/25

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And even if it was just a single droplet somewhere off the shores of my mind,

and even if the ripples across the waters from that ephemeral act of connection drift further apart, forever --

I will still be thankful for the waves that were made on the seas of my mind --

thankful for the knowledge that my soul is still capable of churning --

not as hopelessly still as I believed it would forevermore, be.

V. Rue, 2025.

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I've been wading

through my own funeral

but it's too soon

to write an elegy.

All the ponds I've wept

and all the wounds

I've mended

are chalkboards

which I shatter

and replace with mirrors.

Therein lies

a prayer of salvation

to the void

in lieu of briers.

I am the rose!

Robert J. W.

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WOW. A teacher just told me, "I gave one of my 2nd grade (dyslexic) students your nature poetry prompt. He is reluctant to write because of challenges with spelling, but I suspect he’s gifted. I told him just to write and we’d sort out the spelling later. This is what he wrote."

[Joseph Fasano]

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كيف ننساكم وأنتم لنا الأمل

وأنتم كل التفاؤل وحسن العمل

وأنتم عذب الكلام والطريق السهل

وأنتم دروب الوفاء وكل المستقبل

How can we forget you when we have hope?

And you are all optimism and good work.

And you are the torment of words and the easy way.

And you are the paths of loyalty and all the future.

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I envy you. Every moment. You can leave me. I cannot leave myself.

Anna Świrszczyńska

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There's no perfect combination of things to say.

No secret soliloquy which I can sew into your tapestry.

Sometimes you just say whatever escapes your lips,

and other times you say nothing at all.

Life is not poetry.

Even if poetry is born from our little acts of living --

V. Rue, 2025.

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I am always walking in my own shadow. My shadow falls on everything I see and everything I touch. My shadow is heavy with my presence, the way a rain cloud is heavy with water. I don’t understand how other people do it, how they manage to be human.

Elisabeth Rynell - 'To Mervas'

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An apple fell and Newton discovered the law of gravity. Hundreds of bombs fell on Palestine and no one discovered the law of humanity.

Naveed Iqbal, free Palestine

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writing this poem in a room with a candle so these words have a smell

has a certain stillness and the body is hidden somewhere in this poem

the chair faces the wall the paper leads out the window reading to the end could mean death

there's the door but we won't be using it might as well be locked the closet holds something

something relevant might explain the feeling, the presence of someone behind you

//room with a candle by: alec prado//

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spring

in every breath of a second

it metamorphoses

before ones eyes