Pain... Poems - Poems about Pain...

She wakes up in the morning with a bright smile, Not knowing what sleep is - just a word spoken around. So many voices echo in her ears saying "end it all," Fighting battles sometimes she can't even recall. She will always be more than enough, Even when things get tough. Socialising is her greatest enemy, Leaps through storms just to find...

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To keep my words from falling apart, I need the blood that leaves my heart. I chose to stay and face the pain, so it won’t feel so strange again. I wrote the will to still remain, to give my empty words a name. I gave my body, left it bare— was that enough to make them care? I closed my throat, I...

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A porcelain vein under my skin, Open burning of doll's eyes, Girl rising to a pink end — This just daybreak Open burning of doll's eyes, Black fire in her hair, Girl rising to a pink end — ~Remember~ her shelf life there Black fire in her hair, Girl rising to a pink end, ~Remember~ her shelf life there — A porcelain vein...

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I held my old pen the page cried beneath the ink a sound carved from pain....

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your imprints on my throat they all speak my biggest truth of the night we both held each other close and your lips marked my whole body your imprints on my throat a sword you entered into my heart watched me bleed and smile don't rain those tears tonight...

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An autopsy of a black body One who suffered greatly The body pushed past its limits To the point it had enough and quit A scalpel to their chest Slowly peeling the layers of flesh Noticing the rot Hit by the stench of trauma The body dissected The organs removed Leaving the body an empty shell Of a broken person Beaten by an...

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I am the mirror of truth I am the reflection of accountability That will show the shards of what is, not what's not I will reflect their own darkness back at them So they can feel an ounce of the pain we suffered through To confront the truth of their own inferiority And be trapped in a room full...

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"We can choose either to remain heartbroken all the time or with resilience, come back to cheer, as true happiness primarily stems from inside and not through external factors alone. Our happiness is mostly dependent on our way of thinking and how we see life"..... By Poet She heard the sound of pigeons overhead. Looking up she...

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let me be the danger you carry around darling place your gun on my head pull its trigger when it feels too much even if i'm hanging by the thread I'm bleeding while lying on the ground my imbecile lover's sword in my chest let go of my hand and don't be my savior save yourself before heaven falls upon us...

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Kaleidoscopic Life ...

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I turn the leaves of my old diaries. Wherein my passions and anxieties Together with your dried rose petals, sleep. They savor your scent and bitterly weep. Our glances, touches, cuddles, and kisses Fun-filled, playfully hopping-mad hisses Our desires, dreams, hopes, and aspirations Did all these, like sheds, have no foundations? Creeds and credos weren't causes for our split. What's the root of our...

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I'M a Poet Listen! I'm a poet,cause I'm got many hurts From them ,never want to lose So, I leave false dirts. And pick up pen to express, Never abuse them , I write to their happiness, Pray, with saying their name. Alright,I don't love like a poet, I'M a poet who loves you! And that love more great Than a poet whom know you. Remember! loyalty exist...

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I speak yet no one hears I have a voice yet I am silenced In the chaos no one cares Eyes to see yet blinded Ears to hear yet no one hears Minds are programmed to ignore Hearts hardened No one feels I feel so alone In a world filled with people People too afraid to allow themselves to think To feel To...

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first love's false flame burned way too hot and left me nothing but the want for fiery passion to remain to keep me bound in love's pleasure-pain like chasing an addiction high more and more but always just shy I find that I am in a cage I have lost this ancient war you waged so injured, I then licked my wounds...

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Your eyes? They're like midnight — not stars, just... midnight. Dark, full of something I can't name. I get lost there. I always do. It’s frustrating, kind of thrilling too. Your smile? Trouble. The kind I’d trip over twice and still chase. It hangs in the air after you leave — Like perfume or a half-finished thought. I hate how much I replay it. Your...

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