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The Pink Pain

Diana_Draghici14

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Reads 171
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Parts 6
Time <5 mins

Diana_Draghici14

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Pain is that feeling which makes you hopeless, which makes your soul to burn, your eyes to freeze, your wounds to bleed and your heart to cry.
Pink is a color, a sweet color. When you have pains, you want to change them into a color. Then you need to make the pain pink. It isn't impossible, you need to use words in poetry.All Rights Reserved

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Just don't by Menma69

Poems from the lonely heart that always silence what they want to say. Mostly for fear of starting something they don't want to see it end.

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he/him/you by howbreathtaking

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Time Can't Heal This by Lauryn_Love

I've always hated the saying "Time heals all wounds." Maybe in most cases that may be true. In my experience with life and pain however, time has only ever bled out the wound. The scars that the wounds left behind though, are often so deep that just looking at them becomes painful to the mind. Time only heals what you let go of. Sometimes letting go and moving on just doesn't feel possible; no matter how much time you let pass you by. These poems signify what time hasn't healed for me.

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red by mchaelawatsn

i went through heaven and hell experiencing love, war, lies, hate, heartbreaks and recovery. every change, wound or memory has its meaning, and "red" explains this, in the most tragic way i could ever fit my words in.

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If you're wondering if I'm writing about you,I am. by The_Never_Born_Kid

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Walking Into Black by Euphedra

Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

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Just don't cover

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he/him/you cover

Time Can't Heal This cover

The Towelhead | a poetry collection cover

If you're wondering if I'm writing about you,I am. cover

Walking Into Black cover

Shattered cover

Just don't

Poems from the lonely heart that always silence what they want to say. Mostly for fear of starting something they don't want to see it end.