The Times I Have Smiled At The Thought Of Her In My Arms Are Infinite. ~•

Why mother?

why did you tear me apart

when you should have kept me together ?

when you should have held me a bit closer ?

Why father ?

why did you pull me down

and drowned me in my tears

when you should have been my ladder ?

when you should have kept me warm under your wings ?

Why sister ?

why did you spat venom and killed me inside

when you should have been my pillar ?

when you should have hugged me tighter ?

"is this too cliche?" who cares? bro, write what you have fun writing. stuff your manuscript full of your favourite tropes. the same themes you love. all inspired by things you grew up with. do it all. go off. load. it. up. be freeeee

man if I had a sword I wouldn’t be worried about shit

Happy New Year world!!!!

Cheers to a new year filled with love, passion and creativity.

Cheers to making friends and striving forward till the end of the world.

Cheers to working out and writing more.

Cheers to loving and helping all kinds.

Cheers to saving one more life by any means.

Cheers to mistakes that are gonna shape us.

Cheers to adulthood and challenges.

Cheers to everything.

Cheers to 2025 !

merry christmas to you my friend

Merry Christmas buddy!

And happy new year!!

hope. Hope is the most agonizing feeling i've ever felt.

Identity

Who am I, if not a poet? What am I, if not a writer? What is my existence, And what is my purpose?

How do I relieve myself of these emotions, If not by bleeding myself on paper? How do I express myself to the world, If not by baring myself for everyone to see? What is my comfort, if not being vulnerable with words? Where do I go, if not to pen and paper? To whom do I share my happiness, sadness, My sorrows, and guilt? Where do I let out my anger, Before it turns me cold and sharp? Where do I pour out the storm, Before it drowns me? Tell me, what do I do, If not write?

Who am I, if not a poet? What am I, if not a writer? What is my existence, And what is my purpose?

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

you keep burning me.

Slowly. But surely.