I Can Kill The Desire, But I Can’t Kill The Tenderness, The Need To Touch You When Your Eyes Are Dark,

poetry doesn't have to be full of metaphors, or comparisons to flowers, and diamonds, and one of kind things, it could be anything, something as simple as declaration in pure words, is equally beautiful, with no mazes, no puzzles, sure, imagination puts minds at work, but there is something raw and beautiful about simplification, and honesty.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

No. You're wrong.

They can't clip our wings. The best they can do is to chain them.

And I am going to destroy the chain.

NEVER let men be masculine. hold the line soldiers

Velimir Khlebnikov, "Visitations," Collected Poems & Writings.

Love ya.

@star-x-girl

@realnaaanna

@pitoftheplum

no offense but you’re lovely and you matter a lot

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.

i watched them strip their clothes,

revealing their bare skin.

they look down, then at me.

i see how their eyes yearn and beg.

they turn to their side and suck it in,

all until there was only a thin line.

but this line was still too thick.

it always would be.

they try again and again,

staring at me intensely each and every time.

their eyes.. desperate for something,

anything.

their hands caressed their soft skin,

it moved around and so does their flesh.

every movement mimicked its own.

and that’s when it happened.

when they hunched over,

their body vibrating with sorrow.

they look up at me, their eyes tinted crimson.

their eyes bleeding colorless blood.

“i hate you.”

they whisper.

that’s all they ever say.

they clenched their fist, but i wasn’t scared.

i knew they wouldn’t punch me,

they never did.

their hand fell onto mine,

our fingertips connecting,

and for a split second i knew how it felt to feel.

they break away, still staring at me,

and says those three familar words.

each time they got louder,

each time they meant it more,

each time it hurt less.

i watched as they resented my every being.

how their tears carved canyons in their cheeks.

how their eyes reddened with woe.

how their teeth clashed in frustration.

i felt pity for them,

i wanted to hug them, wrap them in my warmth.

maybe then they wouldn’t be so… cold.

i wish i could tell them how much i love them,

to give them the love they deserve,

to let them know that i was always here.

but i know i’ll never be able to,

after all.. i’m only a mirror.

:)

Heyy hun!!

Ur works are jus✨

Btw Who is your biggest motivation?

P. S.: looking forward for more of ur works

Heyyy buddy!!

Thank you for reading! :)

My biggest motivation is myself and my sister.

What is yourss??

C'mon. Get Up.

Whenever you are down and you feel like waving the white flag When the tears are heavy and leave divots in the sand beneath you When you feel as if you are truly alone

I believe in you.

When everything reminds you of her her face and presence are in every brick of this city When you feel crushed By the weight of the black and starless sky When there's nothing left to describe

I believe in you

When the panic bites hard and you can't breathe so certain you'll die When the lake is calling and you might just walk to right in When every option is the worst option

I believe in you

When all you can do is scream And push everything far away When the distractions finally stop doing what they were made for When you cry whenever your in the rain

I believe in you

When you feel that you have no place to go and things just seem to be piling upon you When depression goes untreated and the thoughts come and tell you to jump When you survive today and hope for tomorrow

I believe in you I believe in you