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Pockets Aug 2020

The Pen

Hit the pen
Pick up the pen
Bleed ink
Till you’re free of sin
These poems are confessions
These poems are life lessons
That I was second guessing
Mistaking curses for blessings
One night stands
Instead of weddings
Who I am
Is foretelling
Of where I’ll be
Heading
The world’s ending
Is Armageddon
And I know what I’ll be regretting

All the poems in the world
Won’t get me into heaven

#ink #poem #pen #world #heaven #hell #sin

Druzzayne Rika Aug 2020

The pen

I
Have
So
Much
To
Say,

If
I
Write
It
This
Way,

You'd
Have
To
Scroll
Down
Forever,

There
Is
No
Perceivable
End
To
Miseries
In
Life,
For
All
The
Things
I
suffer.

I'd
only
write
down
the
only
thing
that
is
going
in
the
right
direction
in
my
life
at
present.

The pen.

The end.

#pen #theend #humour

Storm Aug 2020

PENcil

I wish I was a pencil
So that when I do commit mistakes
I can always try to undo

But I realized
I'd preferably be a pen
It cant be erased
but I can always thrive...

to correct it

Dont let urself be defined by ur mistakes. Always remember to make use of it as an avenue to grow and correct it. I know its hard to do but someday u'll realize that what im saying is true. DONT LET UR MISTAKE DEFINE YOU. Grow little seed

#mistakes #fault #sadness #growth #happiness #realization #pencil #pen #correct #achievement

Marri Aug 2020

Poetic Suicide

The first time I contemplated suicide was at the age 13.
Sleeping pills. Just like mom.
I wanted to dream forever.
Many more occurrences followed that year.

The next was at the age of 15.
Cutting. Finally had the courage.
I took a broken shard of glass and I
Finally found the anger inside of myself.

Following that was the age of 17.
Self inflicted pain. Heartache seemed worse at the time.
I dug my nails into my skin.
Making scars seemingly physical now.
I finally found a way to release the pain.

Last night,
I contemplated suicide.
I promised that I wouldn’t go through with it.
But who cares?
Who could stop me?
Who would want to?

I’m happy.
I swear, I am.
You know I am.
I only fake it a little bit.

But sometimes,
I don’t think I can do this anymore.
I don’t think I can live anymore.
At least not by myself.

I hated myself,
And time and time again.
The hate seeps through the bleeding cuts.

Sometimes I starve myself.
Sometimes I hurt myself.
Sometimes I hate myself.

Sometimes I contemplate suicide.

But tonight
I cut the pen into paper.
Bleeding out my vulnerability in hopes to die poetically.

#suicide #death #pen #poetic #vulnerability #starve #hurt #knife #cut #heartache

Khaab Jul 2020

Pen and Paper

There are days
when nothing bothers me.
There are days
when I don't know what to write.
And...
I am just thankful to pen and paper
for always being there for me.

Let's be like pen and paper...

#pen #paper

Gabriel Girault Jul 2020

You

My pen etches Your name deeper within my heart. With each stroke the pages yell Your name into an oblivion.
But You.
You would never hear the cries that were crying out Your name. I show You my world and You can’t tell me Your favorite parts.
You witness the beat of my heart, but can’t rap the words to my song. I doubt that You care, and You just stare. I preach to the world, but You never saw me reach for Your hand. I shed a tear for Your sorrows, but You never cared about who You hurt.
I write this for You, and You could never see me mouth Your name.
But still, Your name resides on my heart. The black ink stained on the red surface, that has only seen pain, and shall hope the best for Your heart.
What I’ve been trying to say is, I loved You. You used to inspire love. But now I only hope You find it.
This was for,
You.

#pen #your #love #heart #cry #world #inspire

Ces Jul 2020

Online poetry

I am a poet
And the ether is my pen
A digitized mind.

#online #poetry #poet #ether #pen #mind

Twalib Mushi Jul 2020

They stole my pen.

I took my pen
And I wrote something
Something they will understand
Because of the simple language
I chose.
People of the different age
They will understand.

They tried
to give me penny
I refused.
They tried
to give me
their own pen,
i STILL refused.
They finally decided
To take my pen,
With their power
They said
Nothing is left to be written.

#power #refused #understand #language #nothing #pen #age #something