"The Selected Works" is the first collection of poetry by Dutch blogger and Wattpad author Pien Pouwels, following an intense personal journey through adolescence.
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You are not my home, can't you see?
My home is the one I made inside myself, full of leaks and dark shadows haunting me during the night.
My home is where the electricity is strangely intact but I never bother to turn on the light. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Is Sad, Bad?
The truth is, I like being sad.
I'm at a point in my life where nothing can be wholly felt.
Happiness is temporary, anger short-lived and fear ever present in small amounts.
Sadness is the only emotion passionate enough to move me, motivate me, inspire me.
There is more colour in a single tear than in a hundred fake smiles.
Sadness brings me art and for that, I am thankful. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ White Versus Black
Still? They asked, whereafter I shook my head and told them "Of course not!"
Feeling ashamed, I had lied. Because ironically enough, I ask myself the same question every day.
Still? Why do you still paint the shades of his eyes, skin, hair and lips?
Why do you continue hoping he will wander into your gallery, gaze at the layers of colour that represent him with titles referencing him.
Why do you still pine for a lover of traditional art when you are the epitome of an abstract mess? ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Human
I become attached to people I shouldn't. I distance myself from the people who matter. I am bad with people. I am good at being alone. But I hate being lonely. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Borderline
It comes and goes, possessing my being like a shadow in the night time.
Sleep walks, sleep talks, and I can't.
A thousand days of seeking the answer. Searching land, stars and sea for the source of the eternal ache.
When suddenly, it dawned upon me it was buried deep within myself all along.
It comes and goes, the same way I do. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ To The Boy Who Broke My Heart And Didn't Even Know
I jokingly made you promise to attend my funeral if it killed me and you looked me straight in the eyes, saying you would never let me die.
And I remember the silence that trailed my laughter, and how I stared at you, wishing you'd been there when I wasn't joking. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
