PainedPianist

I play the piano, write poetry, read, and run track❤️💕. I am also a Christian (Jesus Loves You)

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Freedom

I feel like a cup that cannot stop pouring

empty, yet still giving

Out of water

so I pour myself instead

my hopes

my dreams

gone in a flood


With nothing left to give

I trade my glass

for broken pieces that aren’t mine

I seal myself with borrowed burdens

the ones that break my will

stitching together a person

I no longer recognize


A chimera

of doubts

pain

and dreams never meant to be found

all gr...

The Rope Was Just Replaced

We all look the same in the dark

So why is racism so prevalent on your heart


You act like the color

of my skin is a sin,

and as if my worth is running thin.


My voice, scrutinized for formality

Why do we live this reality


They ask for explanations without words

While all I want is to be heard


Not as my skin,

or where he’s been

But for the person I am within


We all look the same in the dark

So...

Torn Dreams, My Mothers Screams

Today is the day I wish would go away

The one on which

my father corpse will be on display


As the leaves in the graveyard crunch behind my back

Each though of my father, a personal attack


His bloodline dressed in black

The line which without him has begun to crack


The one for which we have dreaded

The way in which my father’s soul has headed


Brought away by the phantom

of death’s cold hands

It...

Thoughts Of Blades

TW(Brief Self Harm Topic)



Blood is thicker than water

Is it the pain clouding it

Or is it like the judgement constantly going through my head

Or is it the records of the tears that have run down my face

Because even they couldn’t stand being close to me

Running

the first chance they get

Taking the escape

from the torture


My thoughts being blades

My mind the juggler

Each blade tossed to hig...

The Burden Of Memory

I feel like a child

Playing to close to a fire

Or going to pick a rose

Not knowing the pain

that will follow

Experiences branded

in my mind

Unforgettable things

Not all bad

There was always some fun before the pain kicked in


Playing tag around the fire

Rollerblading down a hill

I’m brought back to reality

The pain of getting to close

The pain of falling down

The pain of trying to hold onto s...