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pen-pain-poetry · 5 hours

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I sit and stare at the wall, the way memories comes flooding through my very soul, i relive them one by one, feeling numb, cold, and alone.

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pen-pain-poetry · 16 hours

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You.

they were watching your art, your craft, your magic, and the dances you create, but my gaze was locked on you, and i knew you could feel them from miles away too. and everyone present there was watching you, but i was staring at only you.

not blinking, not a single thought on my mind, not even aware of my own surroundings, my friends called me 5 times, the performance was over, completely, and you was already bowing, but i didn't know that because I was staring at only you.

you talked to my friends, invited them, out of goodness, you danced and mesmerized crowds, for me, i promised to watch it, but i forget cause i was staring only at you.

as people watched your dance, and the way you performed, they got lost in the way you moved, but i got lost in you. so i ended up staring only at you.

we came home, and you rambled, your fears and little moments, your thoughts of your today's performance, but you were lost in your passion, shining so brightly, so i got lost in my passion (you), and ended up staring.

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you know when their lovers are doing something normally or just most simple things but they ended up just looking at them and wondering how did i got so lucky? yeah.

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pen-pain-poetry · 17 hours

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I mean, I did.😅 this was literally written in the back of my hall ticket for exam and i had basically given up on the subject.

Poetry. It is a drug.

Poetry. It is a drug. I can't live without it. when i am so happy, first thing i do is note down, making rhyme and put mazes going north and south.

Poetry, It is a drug. I can't live without it. when i am so sad, i scream with my words, not voice, feed them my anguish till i can't, till i am numb and sick.

Poetry, It is a drug. I can't live without it. i am writing them, in the exam hall, making poems when i am supposed to be reading.

Poetry, It is a drug. I can't live without it. it is my solace, my serendipity, I found my comfort in it.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

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pen-pain-poetry · 1 day

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First Rain

It was the first rain in months,

after an excruciating sun scorched,

the earth,

desperate for a soothing touch,

eagerly absorbed.

It came down like confetti,

falling from grace,

with unsettling chaos,

reviving the wilted earth,

nature's tender embrace.

It felt like a celebration,

the smell of wet earth,

rain-soaked streets and trees,

whispering secrets of rebirth.

Dancing raindrops on windows,

the cool air's gentle kiss,

envelops the atmosphere,

in a moment of pure bliss

by Willow

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pen-pain-poetry · 1 day

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the endless pit of sleep:

nightmares and daydreams alike

lure me in,

softly.

we find ourselves

unable to climb out

from the holes

we dig

using our bare hands;

i lull myself to bed

and succumb to the

forgotten memories.

"eternal slumber."

d.b.a

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pen-pain-poetry · 1 day

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if it makes you feel better,

i don't have to drag myself

to work today.

if it makes you feel better,

you truly do help me understand

that which i've been running from.

if it makes you feel better,

i don't and would never regret

losing sleep over it.

if it makes you feel better,

i truly believe you can become

the person i see in you.

it hurts to hear you feel guilty.

sure, you can take my share

of the blame,

but only

if it makes you feel better.

"twilight hours."

d.b.a

it doesn't.

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pen-pain-poetry · 2 days

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i was like what a poetic title and thing, and then i saw who posted it. i was like "damnn, I wrote this???" wowww!!! this was probably written when i was sleep deprived or full off emotions. cause the words, the words!!?! the last verse. i was like woaww. for the first time it felt like yeah, damn. quite bit proud of my self for coming up with this.😂😂 ahhhhhhhhh i am screaming. second verse, first verse, whole poem.

Darkness Swallowing Me Whole.

darkness swallowing me whole, Reaching out for help, crying out loud, but everything’s in vein,

darkness swallowing me whole, closing in to me whole, voice carrying the despair, in the town of deafs.

darkness swallowing me whole, tied up in a place, voices carries the weight, of all of the disappointments.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

#spilled thoughts #poems on tumblr #spilled poetry #writers and poets

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pen-pain-poetry · 2 days

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Poetry. It is a drug.

Poetry. It is a drug. I can't live without it. when i am so happy, first thing i do is note down, making rhyme and put mazes going north and south.

Poetry, It is a drug. I can't live without it. when i am so sad, i scream with my words, not voice, feed them my anguish till i can't, till i am numb and sick.

Poetry, It is a drug. I can't live without it. i am writing them, in the exam hall, making poems when i am supposed to be reading.

Poetry, It is a drug. I can't live without it. it is my solace, my serendipity, I found my comfort in it.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

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pen-pain-poetry · 2 days

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the microcosm in which i exist

remains a speck of dust

in the expanses

of the universe.

we might seem insignificant.

however, exist with me,

everyone. we're all capable

of witnessing

the wonder

and joy

in the world

around us.

"specks of dust."

d.b.a

together, we leave evidence; we were here.

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pen-pain-poetry · 3 days

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THISSS. THERE IT IS. Someone said it.

someone who destroyed your mental health

can not be the love of your life

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pen-pain-poetry · 3 days

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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pen-pain-poetry · 3 days

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Introduction

Hello, I am Star, I am 19 years old. and I love poems and poetry. So, I recently started writing them.

I've been meaning to create Introduction post for a while now, so here we are. I don't mind questions as long as they are not personal, I am comfortable answering them.

I started this blog in January, And I post poetry here, I tried to write stories but It was not my cup of tea. (Though I love reading like crazy.)

I write Sad poetry or my usual thoughts but you can also find love poetry here and there. I also write lots of fiction poetry, this poems follows a story line. There is not a certain way or topic I write. I just write what I feel like or comes to my mind.

other then that I read books too. (Verity, The Housemaid, The Silent Patient), feel free to recommend books, my preferred genres are thrillers, mystery, and dark romance (not Haunting Adeline type). I don't have favorite author (yet!) but as Long as its well written book I'll be happy to read recommended books.

I really don't know how this happens but I accidentally message wrong people (it happened third time this year, and it's not even six months yet.), it has happened few times with me, like I sent someone else's message to someone else, so if that happens just let me know, or else I'll just sit there wondering Why I have not got reply back.

I think that's all for now, ill update this as time goes.

Current Manga Obsession : Wind Breaker (Satoru Nii)

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pen-pain-poetry · 3 days

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There is difference between being peaceful and harmless. you can only say you are peaceful person when you are capable of great destruction. otherwise you're just harmless.

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pen-pain-poetry · 3 days

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Just because a person has a gorgeous heart and gentle nature doesn't mean they're naive or fragile. You never know the type of chaos it took for someone to become that calm. Don't mistake kindness for weakness...those ppl have survived the worst battles—they're smart & strong af.

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pen-pain-poetry · 4 days

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Piano

whenever i sit at piano, my hands just tremble, i guess its muscle memory at this point, and chain reaction, of my body, it's just happens, because you always wanted a perfect note, and if i failed, i would face the consequences, so it was always on my mind, I better get this right, so i could sleep at night, without going through the pain and ache that never seem to left, whenever i sit at piano, because my hands just tremble, and i always make mistakes. so i always face the consequences, and fear always seem to multiply, of sitting at piano, so my hands always just trembles, and i always face the consequences.

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pen-pain-poetry · 4 days

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Duh.

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pen-pain-poetry · 4 days

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Best Friend

I don't like you, no, Not the way two people like, in a romantic type of way, no, but in a way where i wouldn't mind, if i had to admire you for hours. just look at you as you ramble, about your favorite topic, i could do it, in fact i love to watch, your eyes as they sparkle, and you get lost in a way, where its just you and your passion.

i can admire you in that way, in fact i actually have, i have mesmerized every detail i could, from that dimple to mole, from that wrinkle to your eye's crinkle, i have every inch of you committed into my mind's mirror, because who knows when i will see you again, because you are in love with him and moving away, and i am just your best friend, as you say, when someone asks you, "is he your boyfriend/lover? cause his eyes say."

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