What do I aspire to be ?
A walking contradiction.
when life reveals her wounds and broken soul,
help her heal
for she has suffered too much
in the name of love.
I fucked it all up again,
everything is
terrible,
I am very
miserable,
but…
also relieved
to be back here,
in this familiar place
with nowhere further
to fall.
I weave memories into words,
Because it's all I know,
Good, bad, happy, sad,
Every single one,
I weave and make poems,
Because it was the only thing I had,
When I was alone.
©Pen_Pain_Poetry
My soul is aching,
begging to be shattered by you,
as if breaking is the only way
to feel whole again....
I write songs but no one listens I write poems no one reads A secret show with just one ticket these words are dancing just for me
Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom? to play for no one but the sun Don’t need the oohs and aahs of others at my eternal party of one
My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency but if you can hear me... thanks for listening
The thrill of writing a new sentence dreaming up syllables that sing Don’t need a chorus line behind me I found a friend in all these keys
Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom? I tell myself don’t overthink I pour out my soul to these four walls give them all of my secrets to keep
My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency but if you can hear me... thanks for listening
Am I moving forward or standing still? Is it fear of failing or am I chill? I tell myself it’s not that deep so I play in secret just for me
But if you can hear me... Oh, if you can hear me... If you can hear me... thanks for listening
you can not speak in poetry
to someone who does not read.
they don’t know what it’s like
to have to pick up a pen to survive.
.
dont mind me, I'm just dying a little each day
.