What Do I Aspire To Be ?

What do I aspire to be ?

A walking contradiction.

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9 months ago

when life reveals her wounds and broken soul,

help her heal

for she has suffered too much

in the name of love.


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11 months ago

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.

10 months ago

Weaving Memories

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

4 months ago

My soul is aching,

begging to be shattered by you,

as if breaking is the only way

to feel whole again....

6 months ago

Thanks for Listening

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  

6 months ago

I don't know .i swear i don't.

— Virginia Woolf
— Virginia Woolf

— Virginia Woolf


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10 months ago

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.

10 months ago

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dont mind me, I'm just dying a little each day

.

7 months ago

he could afford to walk away.

i was a nobody.

i could not afford to walk away.

he was my lifeline.


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finally i have let my guards down and i have never been so free ~•

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