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The Art of Pain

It's in the difficult moments, in the dark spots of life that you are tested to find the beauty. Pain actually has the power to enrich your soul if you look at the Art of Pain.

Writing

  • AnniG

    Naught but seeds by AnniG

    Are we naught but seeds
    adrift on feral winds of change
    flitting about rushed swirls
    in ravenous muted exhale
    of a universal omnipresence

    98 words
  • LauraBroussard

    Blue da bleep, with Me. by LauraBroussard

    Bleebleep, blue blue bleep.
    As I blue bleep along the bleebleep.

    Blue da bleep, so wonderful,
    blahda bleep.

    Bleebleeping bloo da bleep,
    and I can’t help but,
    bleep da bloop.

    Please,
    bloo da bleep wi…

    41 words
  • LauraBroussard

    Blue da bleep, with Me. by LauraBroussard

    I wrote this, because I haven’t been with you for a very long time.
    I miss my friends here. I haven’t opened up RB in over 8 months.
    I never forgot you.
    blue da bleep , with me. xxxx

    41 words
  • su2anne

    Grave sadness by su2anne

    A hand holds fast a face;
    Angst rimmed with dark shadow, morns
    Cast forevermore in
    All that was…

    40 words
  • Vanessa  Hayat

    Simplicity by Vanessa Hayat

    Simplicity
    intrinsic
    instinctive
    the natural state
    of you
    just being you

    120 words
  • Vanessa  Hayat

    Lyrical by Vanessa Hayat

    This music
    inside my soul
    directed
    in and at me
    is this what I need?
    singular focus
    time to gather
    towards
    propel
    reconcile
    conciliate

    154 words
  • uncleblack

    turning a corner by uncleblack

    i turned a corner yesterday,
    though things are unresolved,
    i felt kinship with gravity,
    how it leans and pulls on me.

    the milky way was yearning in the thick night,
    slick how it moves, if i stand here
    lon…

    136 words
  • autumnwind

    untitled by autumnwind

    dawn, unguarded
    comes at will
    the heart
    empty, aching
    a vast chasm of grief

    blood soaked thoughts
    of darkest night
    seep into my soul
    and flounce my faith

    a steady stream of tears
    fall to the ground
    a…

    102 words
  • Tammera

    MUSINGS ON THE ARTS by Tammera

    Too many individuals are made to feel embarrassed by their reactions if they are not readily acclaimed publicly

    329 words
  • Vanessa  Hayat

    Let Yourself Be Known by Vanessa Hayat

    This image presented
    a shield
    social construction
    mother
    wife
    sister
    father
    husband
    brother
    daughter
    son
    grandchild
    lover
    and friend

    171 words
  • su2anne

    Of what was by su2anne

    We putrefy to tear at the very core of self
    Mindless flotsam of cured skin to regress and become childlike
    Where pointed teeth have all-consumed
    Darkness a welcome gift

    49 words
  • MINDSET

    B R E A K DOWN by MINDSET

    …oh my goodness….

    118 words
  • Sean McBain

    Freedom vs Determinism by Sean McBain

    If I could sleep again and wake up out of my skin,
    Go back a few years and see myself then,

    I would tell myself that most thoughts inside our heads are cruel and unfair,
    That we let them slip by becau…

    456 words
  • Vanessa  Hayat

    Imagine by Vanessa Hayat

    Imagine
    call forth that memory
    it is yours to have
    to hold
    it will serve you well
    through anguished moments
    as they seem to stretch infinitely
    morning light will break

    198 words
  • Nathan Emery

    Head Clouds by Nathan Emery

    Get a grip now
    I can see it in those eyes:
    see past me.
    Little trip out
    and it’s going south
    I know your mind’s racing.
    Oh, it’s cool, chill out
    take a drag to numb
    I just hope it’ll …

    179 words
  • Arco Iris  R

    Michael….. The Boy, The Man, The Soldier.....please read ... by Arco Iris R

    This pain: neverending, everlasting, never apart,
    How I want to rip it from within my lonely heart.
    Will someone ever know what it feels like and how I want to hide
    To flee into a dark room and stay for…

    605 words
  • autumnwind

    rain by autumnwind

    some days
    I wish it would rain
    those mornings
    when the sun comes pouring through
    often fill me
    with a jolt of pain

    it feels off
    and knife sharp

    the rhythmic tapping of drops
    hitting the pane
    in the dull gray…

    206 words
  • su2anne

    The shame of it… by su2anne

    A hand covers the mouth in disgrace
    Ruddy in colour… stained by places that no longer exist
    The other is smaller as though belonging to a younger self
    Grasping a snag that was the Tree of Life

    99 words