Poems porn puts words to your inner thoughts and feelings

There are a few Instagram accounts that I follow religiously. Being someone who loves reading, I have notifications turned on for ‘Poems Porn‘. There are times in life when you want to say a lot, but do not really have the words to describe it. Poems porn puts words to your inner thoughts and feelings. There are posts that would force out a tear when you read it; it would send you into a frenzy of emotions while you try your best to grasp on to the now and here, hoping you do not fall into the pits of your past or your woes.

Here are a couple posts which I love and would like to share to my readers:

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I know there are days where you just want to completely breakdown. Days where you wonder if you can even find the strength to keep fighting because you’re exhausted.
But you keep it together. You smile and carry on like everything inside of you isn’t breaking. You help others without thinking to ask for help yourself. You don’t want to seem weak. You don’t want to seem like a burden.
I know you’re hurting.
And I don’t know what it is you’re going through exactly. Maybe it’s a breakup. Maybe it’s work or school or a million other things. People demand a lot from you and you never let anyone down. You never disappoint them. You bust your ass to appease people who don’t even say thank you. That takes strength.
So I want to say thank you on behalf of those who don’t appreciate what you do for them. I want to show my gratitude for those who don’t see what you’re going through. You make it look easy and that’s why people don’t realize how deeply you are aching right now.
But I see it. Your tired eyes wonder if there’s more than what you’re getting right now.
Listen — I’m going to start by saying I’m proud of you for how strong you are. Strength like yours comes in silent battles, people don’t know you fight. It comes in tears you either repress or no one knows you cry. It’s in nights where you lay awake wondering if there is ever going to be more for you.
But trust me — that unfulfilled feeling is good. It is there to show you that you aren’t in the right place anymore. Being uncomfortable is good. That means you are growing.
Maybe where you are right now, you’ve excelled as much as you can and there’s no place higher you can go. You should be proud of yourself for that.
But I need you to keep going. Keep trying. Keep working. Don’t lose faith. Because it’s in those moments where you want to get up, and walk away, and quit, comes something rewarding. There is something on the other side of this confusion and heartbreak and sadness.
You just have to get there first.
Just know you aren’t alone. I’m with you.

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He called you ‘a beautiful work of art’. It made your head spin, your heart race, and your knees weak. A work of art, a wonderful masterpiece. That’s enough to make anyone feel special.
But darling, don’t forget that when someone truly admires a piece of art, they don’t look at it for a bit, and then mess with it and try make it their own. When someone truly admires a piece of art, they don’t get a paintbrush and start adding things to it so that it appeals to them more. They don’t brush on more colors because they think yours are too bland. They don’t erase or try to cover up the imperfections and things they don’t like. They don’t scratch out the artists name and try to put their own in its place. They don’t take credit for who you are, or the things you’ve overcome.
Someone who truly believes you are a work of art will admire you for who you are. Wait for him. Wait for the one who not only says that you are a work of art, but treats you as such. Wait for the one who puts you in a beautiful frame, and hangs you on their wall. Wait for the one who fixes a light above you so that your best features and aspects are brought out. Wait for the one who appreciates the masterpiece you are, and doesn’t try to change you into what they think you should be.
Because I promise you, it will be worth the wait. I promise you that someone who thinks you are a piece of art will not only say it, but will ALWAYS treat you like it.
So let me tell you this. You are a beautiful work of art. And art is meant to be appreciated and admired, not altered.

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I’m slowly learning that goodbye doesn’t have to hurt. But what hurts is clinging to the past.
I’m slowly learning to let go of the things I need to. The people who are no longer meant for me.
I’m slowly learning to stand still when someone walks away instead of chasing them. That the right people will, in fact, be the ones that stay.
I’m learning to not analyze my reflection thinking maybe there was something I lacked. Or something I did wrong. But rather understanding the difference between being good enough for someone and being right enough for them.
I’m slowly learning there are some mistakes I can’t change. Some people that might not forgive me. But that shouldn’t influence me forgiving myself and trying to move forward. That sometimes the best thing to do is learn.
I’m slowly learning to not waste any more time.
I’m slowly learning to take responsibility for my happiness.
I’m slowly learning to wake up and start my day on a good foot even if it still hurts sometimes.
I’m slowly learning to not let other people’s actions control how I’m feeling.
I’m learning to not focus so much on the things I don’t have but rather appreciate what I do. That one person might be gone but so many others aren’t.
To stop putting my happiness in the hands of someone else.
I’m slowly learning what it’s like to really live alone and try and be happy with it.
And knowing that it’s okay when there are some days I’m not there yet.
I’m slowly learning that letting go doesn’t mean I’m weak.
I’m learning what it’s like to be alone.
And I’m learning that I like it.

Disclaimer: The above posts are not owned by monkeyteller and have been posted from Instagram account @poemsporn_
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Hey. I am Sagarika. I hail from the City of Joy. Though I have graduated as an engineer, writing has always been my calling. What had started as a weird Paragraph at an essay writing competition, has now turned into an all time passion for me. Though the entire world is my muse, dogs are my favourite form of life.

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