#poetryfrompain - Hello Poetry

my power is taking pain and turning it into poetry the parts of me that perished in the plight etched into paper left in open sight the words i daren't utter dressed up in golden light for the truth turns monstrous in people's mouths so i hide catastrophe in constellations thread grief through galaxies hide rage in red giants and everyone calls it beautiful they trace their fingers over my metaphors without realizing that some of them are scar tissue maybe that is the real superpower to make ruin sound radiant to swallow broken things whole wring from them something radiant and the lines that hurt the most become the ones people underline without understanding

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May 12

May 12, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC

ivorymusings

(super)power

my power is taking pain and turning it into poetry the parts of me that perished in the plight etched into paper left in open sight the words i daren't utter dressed up in golden light for the truth turns monstrous in people's mouths so i hide catastrophe in constellations thread grief through galaxies hide rage in red giants and everyone calls it beautiful they trace their fingers over my metaphors without realizing that some of them are scar tissue maybe that is the real superpower to make ruin sound radiant to swallow broken things whole wring from them something radiant and the lines that hurt the most become the ones people underline without understanding

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I lived in the echo before the sound arrived, felt the breaking of things that hadn’t yet died. I walked in tomorrow while you slept in today, hearing the thunder you swore was miles away. I tasted the storm before it touched the sky, knew the truth of the fall long before your goodbye. I spoke in warnings, you heard in doubt — I screamed from the inside while you shut me out. They called it “too much,” said I think too deep — but I saw the waves while you stayed fast asleep. I carried the fracture before the glass split, held the ending together so the world wouldn’t quit. Then when the rain came and soaked through your skin, you said, “If we’d listened, we might have won.” Funny how hindsight wears a shining crown — you crown me a prophet only after the house burns down. I don’t choose the knowing, it chooses me — like stars writing secrets I’m forced to read. The universe whispers inside my chest, teaches me the worst before it gives me the best. It’s a blessing in daylight, a curse in the night — beautiful torment disguised as sight. Because knowing saves others but scars me inside — I see every ending before I can hide. I love with foresight, and that’s the cost — I save you from breaking while feeling lost. So walk in my shoes if you dare to try — see every goodbye before the first “hi.” You’d call it a miracle, call it divine — until the knowing began to bleed you dry. A gift made of starlight, a wound made of truth — I pay the price of seeing so the world can see through.

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Feb 7

Feb 7, 2026 at 5:00 AM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

The Price of Knowing

I lived in the echo before the sound arrived, felt the breaking of things that hadn’t yet died. I walked in tomorrow while you slept in today, hearing the thunder you swore was miles away. I tasted the storm before it touched the sky, knew the truth of the fall long before your goodbye. I spoke in warnings, you heard in doubt — I screamed from the inside while you shut me out. They called it “too much,” said I think too deep — but I saw the waves while you stayed fast asleep. I carried the fracture before the glass split, held the ending together so the world wouldn’t quit. Then when the rain came and soaked through your skin, you said, “If we’d listened, we might have won.” Funny how hindsight wears a shining crown — you crown me a prophet only after the house burns down. I don’t choose the knowing, it chooses me — like stars writing secrets I’m forced to read. The universe whispers inside my chest, teaches me the worst before it gives me the best. It’s a blessing in daylight, a curse in the night — beautiful torment disguised as sight. Because knowing saves others but scars me inside — I see every ending before I can hide. I love with foresight, and that’s the cost — I save you from breaking while feeling lost. So walk in my shoes if you dare to try — see every goodbye before the first “hi.” You’d call it a miracle, call it divine — until the knowing began to bleed you dry. A gift made of starlight, a wound made of truth — I pay the price of seeing so the world can see through.

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I find peace in darkness... I crave for my alone time... I wait to get drenched in rain... I like chopping onions... I love taking shower... I prefer nights over mornings... Because these small moments allow me to let out my concerns, weep in peace and let my tears flow without others knowing and no need to give explainations to my tears.

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May 18, 2025

May 18, 2025 at 12:23 AM UTC

Arna_writes

Random Peace

I find peace in darkness... I crave for my alone time... I wait to get drenched in rain... I like chopping onions... I love taking shower... I prefer nights over mornings... Because these small moments allow me to let out my concerns, weep in peace and let my tears flow without others knowing and no need to give explainations to my tears.

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