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paradoxical-plutonian · 8 months
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"Weeping Willow", July 4, 2023
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sarcasmhellion · 19 days
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I use violence to show my love
Because I don’t want to show who I really am for all to abuse
I use my quick witted, sharp tongue to express myself
Because I can’t take the toll of speaking my truths to them
-because then they will walk away
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To begin to understand an addict; you have to have been one.
You have to carry the burden of that demon for yourself. Feel the weight of it bring you to your knees.
Go to war with yourself everyday; fighting; to just make it one more day.
Some days the demons are so loud they create echos in your head. Screaming for you to just give in. Just do it.
And some days, the demons let you rest. It’s almost like you’re safe, but you know you aren’t.
It takes one bad day, one unguarded moment to give the demons what they want.
To give in.
To feel the weight of the world lift off your shoulders.
Numbness taking over. No more pain.
You are once again an emotionless corpse.
Taken by the darkness,
Until we meet again darling.
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" what is it called? "
~ "what? "
~ " when one is sitting in the comfort of his home yet finds himself tossing on a board in the middle of the sea, scrumptious dishes in front of him yet he doesn't feel like eating, he screams the truth in front of those who are his shahid (witness) yet they refuse him, smile is on his lips yet his heart crying "
~ " you mean when the heart is burning? "
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pillofmoonlight · 1 year
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The moon still hums,
a song so crass,
it pains me to visit it anymore,
for it sings the songs,
i taught it once,
now it only knows to sing of you.
— pillofmoonlight
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poesypsyche · 6 months
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Rose above the ones
and inverted became the perception.
Played the reverse role
and yet went inverted.
Just like the sand clock,
life played along
with the shreds of my soul.
- poesypsyche
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wordsfrommoon · 9 months
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Let's create an another love story, but this time with no heart breaks.
- author
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I am not made
Of pain
But I’ve been dipped in it
So often
I forgot
There was a me
Underneath
-K.M. Rose
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poetricismic · 2 months
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_Was the pain I felt real or just another drug I consume. _Poeticismic
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floradelisstuff · 1 month
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The image and the associated poem. I think you know what it's about.
Pain
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦…
𝘔𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 … 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯…
𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥 Lays in a heap…
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵... 𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 S𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴…
𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘯 all 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦…
𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯,
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵…
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱…
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦?
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥…
𝘙𝘦𝘥… 𝘉𝘭𝘶𝘦… 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 …
𝘈𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘺… !
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃...!
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱… 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦… !
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥���� 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥…
𝒩𝒪!
𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦!
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳… 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳…
𝒩𝒪, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵
𝘔𝘺 𝘍𝘪𝘵𝘻… 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥… 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 ...
𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯…
𝘠𝘦𝘵... 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥..
𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯…
𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦… 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦… 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃...
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱…
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱… 𝘐 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵…
𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵…
𝘠𝘦𝘵,
𝐻𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹
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veronica-hopjo · 1 month
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Some nights, while I can't sleep. My past kisses me with excruciating pain.
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arting-it-out · 3 months
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Dealing with a broken heart is tough, but sometimes a person has to find inspiration from something. I deal with my pain by writing. I also try to find inspiration in mythology, books and celebrities too. I know the pain will heal fully soon, because I already feel like Ive been healing these 3 months. However there are stings here and there. This poem came to me in the midst of those stings. No his name wasnt Jason, but he was Greek, and he treated me like Medea.
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bloodintoink-blog · 5 months
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Altschmerz
usual interludes of time
On days like this I can feel something building up inside myself a sense of weariness as my pale body collapses a feeling as empty as a winter graveyard numbness of a sort Blue and cold like nights but a sharp shapeless pain too settling inside me as deep as the oceans Ironic, I know But familiar, dear So familiar It stings My mouth is open, I'm screaming Voiceless My chest is hollow, I'm heaving Breathless My eyes are heavy My cheeks are dry My hands are shaking and head is hurting
"Do not forget this moment. Do not heal yet." "Write it down" "This ache will turn into a masterpiece" "You think it won't be good enough" "Do not let this pass" "Let them know"
You know it too Old, ancient, known Too familiar to you, to me This familiarity is gnawing at my ribcage "You know me. I ate your peace. I am still here. I belong to you, in your reality and in dreams." It makes me want to spit it out and dig up some fresh pain that I might have buried in my subconscious Something new to suffer from Something better to hurt I need a sharp knife I need a better reason I need brand new pain
—𝓓
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" me? I want a simple, cozy life with you. a home which we decorate ourselves and place things according to ourselves. the candle stand might be in the wrong corner and the couch shouldn't have been settled in the room in the first place but who cares?
a life with the color of rainbows and shades of the sky. where laughters would always ring loudly and there would be enough warmth to lit up the entire city. we can even have a cat one day.
life with you, it would be beautiful and enough. more than enough. " 🍂
-s.
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starsandsaturnn · 2 years
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I scream into the sky until I feel nothing but blood in my throat.
I fall to my knees and finally collapse onto the ground.
I cry with no sound.
My tears water the earth.
Maybe pain waters the seeds of hope, bound to blossom into fruits of freedom.
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poesypsyche · 6 months
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Bridges burning
as i watch the last.
Golden was the sight,
red were the burns,
dark was the heart,
like a soul
falling apart.
- poesypsyche
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