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 !
do i wanna add a tag?
NO BITCH
I DON'T
i wanna answer your ask but idk your online name 😭
is it demum?
I am not sure but you can call me "K" though!thanks for answering!
:)
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
"i feel safe with you."
d.b.a
You destroy me.
to the bones.
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
i filled poison in my veins,
i choked all my screams,
did everything i could,
so that you, my love,
will never realise the things that run through my head.
so wild. and chaotic.
why are we the villans ?
why not her?
why is she our mother nature,
when she has always tried to tear us apart ?
why are we the villans?
why do we think that mother nature protects us,
when all her efforts were to end us?
i wonder why
why do we assume nature to be on our side.
the times i have smiled at the thought of her in my arms are infinite. ~•
I wish upon you that your shoelaces always feel the same, perfect amount of tightness and that one shoe is never tighter than the other