Breakups & Divorce Support Group
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i want some nice poems pls...like to explain this hurt
poems that will touch some1 if they read it and maybe understand how i feel
pls asap
poems that will touch some1 if they read it and maybe understand how i feel
pls asap
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I have been here before, a long long time ago and now I am back.Forgive me for not just saying what I want to say,even under a triple dose of antidepressants it is still raw and seeping and I am hesitant at revealing it as at least under the bandages around my heart I don,t have to look at how raw and wounded.My child was cleaved from my heart by his own actions. my child of ten,turning eleven...
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theatre and I are there already. I'm having a very berry tea with crackers, cheese and cherry tomatoes and she's having a joint with some beer and we're both on really comfy recliners on thick pile carpet. we need some help with the decor if anyone is around??
By: Hamlet Lima Quintana
It all depends on light,
on the way light reveals things.
It all depends on form,
on contours,
on interpolations and
on doubts.
It depends as well
on our being marked by time,
on the spaces giving us the headlines.
The true problem is choosing whether
to pursue the shadows
or let ourselves be pursued by them.
There is a strange "To be or not to be"
in this half being,
in this half not being:
To emerge from the shadows
or to perpetuate them.
And at the deepest level of the abyss,
after liberating others,
to remember
without urgency,
that we are the prisoners.
And thereby...
to liberate ourselves.
By Hamlet Lima Quintana
One must reach the top
One must get to the light
One must give every step a meaning
One must glorify every simple object
Herald each day with a hymn
Go up the wide avenue that leads to success
Leave behind, forever, horror and failure
And when we finally get there, we sing,
Proud and triumphant, and just then,
Stretch our hand downward
To pull up and help those lagging behind