Pain is meant, not to kept idle,
But to be picked up
With softness and hope ;
To water what's burnt
And to let go of the smoke.

It is meant, not to age,
But to pass away,
With poetry and change.

- wordlings

I sit wondering,
Looking at the bright blues and greens,
Are they free
Or trapped inside just like me.

Looking at those Reds and pinks,
I wonder if they're in love,
Or are they broken,
Pouring blood, oh just like me.

Staring at those whites and Browns,
Are they gonna fall,
Or are they just dead,
Hanging loosely,
Just like me.

I wonder if all the whites and Greys,
Show a new book,
Or a heart robbed of emotions.

I wonder if the colours sit idle,
Or pick themselves up,
Painting a canvas, oh me.

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Below the cliff, there's the waves you love,
The rocks you hate.
There's the foam that tickles,
The wind that breaks.

A little behind, there's the monsters of the woods,
The graves of the lost.
The stones of the little hearts,
The spirits you want to love most.

Before you there's the mirrors of your thoughts,
A little clouded with smoke trails.

And you are, to them all,

The Ember Blade.

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You don't have to be completely happy,
To enjoy the little things that happens to you.

And now that I am letting go of you.
I want you to know,
our memories that was created in mere coincidence is now ruptured
from my brain.
And I am soaking it down the drain.
All this time I was the only one
who treasured it like forfeit oxygen.
Now, that it doesn't have any significance
to both of us.
I am letting it go, finally.

~© Darkpit

The story that is old, too many times have been told.

Of pain and joy, of sorrows and smiles, of fears and pleasures.
It's screamed and sung, chanted and mourned, whispered and cried,

By way too many.

And yet here you are telling it one more time, as do other countless souls, to the few who listen.

For the torn lips to find a listening heart, Amen.