Pulchra-potens - Demum

Well,

life was supposed to be

butterflies and flowers..

““You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she’s not deadly. She’s beautiful and she’s laughing.””

— Hélène Cixous

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

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

Yep.

“Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.”

— Unknown

How can I survive ?

She shot me to death.

She.did.it.

self care is over, we’re doing drugs again

Sometimes people leave you

Questioning all of your instincts

Because you thought you knew

You thought you felt it

You thought you could trust yourself

You thought it was real

And then reality stepped in and showed you

An entirely different view

A painful view

A view you do not care for

A view you cannot unsee

And it hurts

And it bleeds

And you need someone to blame

So you blame yourself

This is how people get lost

This is how I got lost

I wish.

“Love yourself. Be clear on how you want to be treated. Know your worth. Always.”

— maryam hasnaa

passion.

it's supposed to be the burning flame,

the light that guides you forward,

the torch that lits the way.

but

sometimes,

the flame reduces to nothing but a spark.

and

the light seems so far that all you see is darkness.

and sometimes,

the torch burns a bit too much,

leaving us all in burned pieces.

~K