souletry

souletry Dec 2024

in my pockets are grains of hope, i keep my hands in my pockets when it gets cold. I think it's good to keep my hands warm, maybe I think it's bad to even let my pockets hold my cold hands. Disengage from the colorful writing, my hope sits upon my intellect and my actions are based upon it. In my flower accessorized tote bag holds my potential. Zipped up tightly and only taking the items out around it. I see how much volume it takes up in my bag, defiant when someone tells me to take it out and use it. Maybe naive to not understand how much of it is held in my bag. My bag is never far and always clutched to my side. Maybe i should empty my pockets and clean out my bag to witness the things i've kept inside for so long.

i have no clue

souletry Dec 2024

Misanthropy

If I were to **** a butterfly imagine all the looks of discourage
the world might as well paint me the shade of evil
but to **** a 6 legged beetle many would receive applause and praise
the world might as well paint them a hero.
That’s humanity for you, some ******* world we live in.

i’d have better luck expressing myself to a moth.

souletry Dec 2024

Untitled

And I further more can not hear my own thoughts without hearing you.
I’ve accepted we won’t get far.
there's no point to ask the question i know the answer too.
I do not have the ability to experience love without wanting to consume or the need to be consumed.

sigh

souletry Dec 2024

-***

I write a lot of **** **** love poems.
So, when you observe this piece.
Do not mistake me for being averse to intimacy.
I tried to keep my distance.
I really tried to not remember and now I regret forgetting.
I don't think I want to bury you just yet.
even when we died out, you lived on in every part of me.
If we fall once more, I'm sure my heart will catch you.
If your head is filled with reluctancy.

Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore,
tell me that I'm young and that you're not the only guy on the planet.
And I'll reply with simply agreeing with you because you're my world.
Whisper in my ears that I don't interest you anymore.
That my brain doesn't fascinate you as it did once before.
Write me a note saying you don't want me to write poems about you anymore.
I'll respect your request and write you letters instead.
Tell me you'll be fine without me.
For the first and last time hug me like you mean it.
Change for the better and find me again with the same smile.
I'll come to you softer and with the same eyes.
I know we've ruined each other and maybe trying to make up for it.
won't fix anything.
but what if our problem is trying to fix something that's not broken?

gosh

#doingitwrong

souletry Dec 2024

Thank you.

I got my first comment and repost on one of my poems
I do not know why I cried
thank you for showing appreciation
it is the first time my tears actually hugged me instead of stinging.

*** yall like my poems fr fr lol i really just be venting

#ty

souletry Dec 2024

pinch me, tell me i’m dreaming.

between the painful ****** of nostalgia from the past
and the hugs and dreams of fantasies from the future
there’s no room for you to live here
maybe if I evict my equivocal feelings
and start thinking less and saying more
at least you would have something you would want to respond too
without just replying to me out of pity
maybe then you would move back into my present
silly of me to think i could even pause time for a second
but I swear when i’m with you it’s like the world moves slower
but now I sit on top of the ordinary
and the world still spins without you here
the sun sets a little earlier
the birds still flock in sync, how they did yesterday
everything is still the same, but i look at the so normal world
with wistful eyes.
and i’ve drowned myself in sentimentality
not because I don’t know how to swim, but I just choose not too.
and as I navigate through this world without my muse
with potential as an artist, with dreams of a time traveler
I pray to stars and ask for a split second just to be with you again.

there’s lots of screaming going on in my head and your voice is the only thing that can make whatever it is shut the **** up.

#time #dreams #future

souletry Dec 2024

melody

it begins as a song in my head
and i flow with the rhythm of love
until the lyrics become harder to hear
and the beat starts to fade away
i cant catch the rhythm anymore
and then there’s a ringing in my ear
and suddenly you pop into my head
and there’s not enough love songs in the world
that could express how i feel about you
that i dont feel myself 10x more.

#lovesongs