If I had my time again Would I do the things I did? I’m not really sure, But one is for certain They cannot be retrieved
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I stood before it, the glass covered in a gray veil of dust. In a corner of an old room in London, the morning of 2026 felt heavy.
By Hazrat Umerabout 3 hours ago in Poets
They said I disappeared like a body lost in the tide wrong place, wrong time, wrong boy buried me alive But the dark has a way of teaching what the light never could Like how silence sharpens teeth and how to make it look good
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The Hour That Changes You There is always one quiet moment, That shifts the course of everything, Not loud, not marked by thunder,
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Why is it "at" war? To me, "at" implies a position in space, a destination—Disneyland after a road trip. An arrival. "At" also implies time:
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I am December 9th. In 1989, a particularly special human was born on me. This one came out beaming as if the sun itself was being
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Real life or imagined By surprise or anticipated It digs its claws in deep Without a single regard For your waking or your sleep
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there won’t be a wedding, not joining us; we know how to join ourselves so completely I forget what belongs to who, lose myself so absolutely that you breathe for me (or through me),
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For years I kept leaving myself behind. In rooms where my silence was easier than my truth. I carried everyone’s pain like it was my duty to break quietly.
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