Pulchra-potens - Demum

And that was the thing about her, she kept on surviving. With bullet holes in her lungs, and knife marks etched in her back. She never let anything get in her way, resilient. A fighter, not by choice, but a warrior at heart.

Kiana Azizian

I can kill the desire, but I can’t kill the tenderness, the need to touch you when your eyes are dark, when you are pale.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1939-1947

What do I aspire to be ?

A walking contradiction.

Start

Weaving Memories

I weave memories into words,

Because it's all I know,

Good, bad, happy, sad,

Every single one,

I weave and make poems,

Because it was the only thing I had,

When I was alone.

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

— Henry Dumas, Knees of a Natural Man: The Selected Poetry of Henry Dumas; "Saba"

the times i have smiled at the thought of her in my arms are infinite. ~•

i tried so hard

to keep her away

from the darkness

but

turns out

hard isn't good enough.