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Phia May 6
Everything is fine
Then one Sunday afternoon
The dam between your teeth
Starts to crack
And all my flaws
come pouring from your mouth
I wish you would say what’s bothering you sooner. Let’s talk about it rather than explode
Phia Apr 30
I tend to lose myself in crowds of people.
A chameleon blending in with its surroundings.
It’s only when I am alone once more
That I can find myself again
From notes and inspired by I need solitude to see myself clearly by rupi kaur. Any advice on titles?
Phia Apr 30
And then you showed up
And discovered a part of me
That I never even knew existed
My friend sent me a poem, I’m not sure who by, but it reads

“No one is mad at you
That’s just an echo
From how you grew up
You’re safe
You can let go”

I didn’t realize that this was a huge part of my childhood that I connected with one of my biggest “temp checks” and fears: “are you mad at me?”
Phia Apr 30
Pain is a powerful motivator
It motivates me
And my pen
To keep moving forward
Phia Apr 30
My pen dances across the pages
And as the ink pours from my pen
The pain pours out of me
The paper bursting
Beneath the pen
The burden of the words too heavy to bear.
Cleaning out my notes
Phia Apr 30
My pen dances across the pages
And as the ink pours from my pen
The pain pours out of me
The paper bursting
Beneath the pen
The burden of the words too heavy to bear.
Cleaning out my notes
Phia Apr 30
I was dying of thirst
And the words
I love you
Poured out
From the fountain of your lips
So I greedily consumed them
Like they would be
My salvation.
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