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Gerald
Gerald
M/Far away IG: catch.inthe.dark
there’s a girl close to my heart but miles from my hands; she hides from my soul and my heart is outrun. there’s a girl lost in my mind she wanders in my thoughts and refuses to be found. there’s a girl I love I wonder if my name lives anywhere in her chest.
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
hide and seek
when I die let the fire and the water have their fill; burn my body and scatter the ash into the sea. for the way these emotions consume me. for how deep this heart sinks.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
Epitaph
Her voice holds a weight the darkness cannot lift. She speaks and weighs down my fears.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:07 PM UTC
PAPER WEIGHT
lately, i’m found sitting with the darkness, waiting for the quiet to break its silence to tell me, the thing i already know; i am alone.
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Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 10:51 PM UTC
Conversations in the dark
If you ever stumble upon my silence, know it was full of you and nothing else.
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 10:42 AM UTC
The longing is deafening
I remember the pause before your arms stretched— the world held its breath; I did nothing.
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 10:24 AM UTC
I forgot to hold you, tight.
i don’t want you as a metaphor, another simile, or an Instagram feeling the world applauds. i want you. not as a moment, not as a story. i want you as a choice that chooses me back.
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC
I forget I'm older
People like me will die alone;   it is forged in our souls. I remember it faintly,   the way steel remembers   the hammer.
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Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
People like me
i have a wide fear of being too deep. that one day my someone will fall into me, and realize that i am an abyss. that they will step back and be intimidated by my void.
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Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
at the edge of emptiness
I still think about you; silence reminds me of your name. I still feel the glaze of every word you never meant to be sharp. They crawl on my skin, like frost on brittle leaves. I still yearn for you; but the sea is dead— its tides unmoved, and the moon no longer controls the wolves. I still think about you; not as often as I did, but enough to know I still might.
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Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
I miss you right now