#innerstorm - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I wonder — if I had met you in a different time, would I still be pretending to be this calm? Because the truth is — I think too much, and every thought somehow ends with you. You became the space between my peace and my purpose. Even when I stay silent, the silence spells your name. And yet, I never told you everything — not because I didn’t want to, but because I wanted my feelings to have dignity. You see, I’m not the kind of man who shows his pain loudly. I’ve seen storms and I’ve learned to walk through them quietly. But when it comes to you — I lose that calm I built for years. You make me question the logic I live by. How can one person be both peace and chaos at once? Every scroll, every song, every place — you appear like a memory that refuses to fade. Not haunting, but soft — like a scar that still glows in the dark. Maybe I wanted to tell you this: I don’t need you to understand my silence, I just wish you’d feel it once — how much I fight my heart to act like I’m fine. I’m not waiting for a reply, not asking for a promise — I just wanted to let you know, that somewhere between all my goals, you became the reason I still pause. If someday you ever wonder who thought of you without reason — remember, it was me. The one who tried to make sense of love by turning it into patience. Because sometimes, loving someone doesn’t mean holding them — it means holding yourself, when all you want is them. I feel like we could have created a spark that could ignite the world… but it seems like fear is holding you back. I just want you to know, I believe in what we could be." I still remember the smile when I came home after talking to youfor the first' time . I used to enjoy being my own But that's how I realized you were different Because for the first time I craved someone presense more than my own ...

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Jan 3

Jan 3, 2026 at 6:23 AM UTC

to-her-who-already-knows

Between Peace and Chaos

Sometimes I wonder — if I had met you in a different time, would I still be pretending to be this calm? Because the truth is — I think too much, and every thought somehow ends with you. You became the space between my peace and my purpose. Even when I stay silent, the silence spells your name. And yet, I never told you everything — not because I didn’t want to, but because I wanted my feelings to have dignity. You see, I’m not the kind of man who shows his pain loudly. I’ve seen storms and I’ve learned to walk through them quietly. But when it comes to you — I lose that calm I built for years. You make me question the logic I live by. How can one person be both peace and chaos at once? Every scroll, every song, every place — you appear like a memory that refuses to fade. Not haunting, but soft — like a scar that still glows in the dark. Maybe I wanted to tell you this: I don’t need you to understand my silence, I just wish you’d feel it once — how much I fight my heart to act like I’m fine. I’m not waiting for a reply, not asking for a promise — I just wanted to let you know, that somewhere between all my goals, you became the reason I still pause. If someday you ever wonder who thought of you without reason — remember, it was me. The one who tried to make sense of love by turning it into patience. Because sometimes, loving someone doesn’t mean holding them — it means holding yourself, when all you want is them. I feel like we could have created a spark that could ignite the world… but it seems like fear is holding you back. I just want you to know, I believe in what we could be." I still remember the smile when I came home after talking to youfor the first' time . I used to enjoy being my own But that's how I realized you were different Because for the first time I craved someone presense more than my own ...

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the day feels like a room where all the furniture has quietly lost its purpose— chairs forgetting how to hold, windows refusing to frame the light. I walk through it like a ghost misplaced in its own body, hands touching objects that do not answer back, as if the world has slipped its color and refuses to tell me why. my thoughts scatter like papers in a wind that no one else feels, pages written in a language I no longer remember learning. even my reflection drifts, a blurred constellation trying to stay arranged while gravity keeps changing its mind. I reach for rhythm, for order, but everything shakes loose— my voice, my focus, the thin thread holding the hours together. and in the quiet I stand inside the storm of a life I can see but cannot quite hold.

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Dec 6, 2025

Dec 6, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC

aarya003

A mind unspooling

the day feels like a room where all the furniture has quietly lost its purpose— chairs forgetting how to hold, windows refusing to frame the light. I walk through it like a ghost misplaced in its own body, hands touching objects that do not answer back, as if the world has slipped its color and refuses to tell me why. my thoughts scatter like papers in a wind that no one else feels, pages written in a language I no longer remember learning. even my reflection drifts, a blurred constellation trying to stay arranged while gravity keeps changing its mind. I reach for rhythm, for order, but everything shakes loose— my voice, my focus, the thin thread holding the hours together. and in the quiet I stand inside the storm of a life I can see but cannot quite hold.

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The night stopped between my shoulders and told me not to wait for something already erased. The wind beats between our windows — don’t you hear its fury? A shortened step, framed behind glass. A hurried heart, its pulse caught between breaths. The cold burns through clothes, but if I tell you to look at me beyond the walls — will you come?

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Oct 28, 2025

Oct 28, 2025 at 5:58 PM UTC

elena217

The Night Between Us.

The night stopped between my shoulders and told me not to wait for something already erased. The wind beats between our windows — don’t you hear its fury? A shortened step, framed behind glass. A hurried heart, its pulse caught between breaths. The cold burns through clothes, but if I tell you to look at me beyond the walls — will you come?

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"In certain hard moments, not even your comfort food, favorite perfume, healing music, that one comforting conversation, a peaceful walk in nature, or a joyful outing can bring you back to normal."

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Jul 13, 2025

Jul 13, 2025 at 12:54 AM UTC

Arna_writes

When Nothing Works

"In certain hard moments, not even your comfort food, favorite perfume, healing music, that one comforting conversation, a peaceful walk in nature, or a joyful outing can bring you back to normal."

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It began with a crackle A spark A sharp zip in the air Then followed the inevitable The thunderous drum The low rumble The sound that settles in bone A deep growl A warning And then came rain Drizzle, then hail, then sleet Banging on windows It shrieked and screeched It wailed and weeped A wounded cry The cacophony rolled And the sound grew loud Until it invaded every corner And then Just as suddenly as I had arrived I exhaled and withdrew Curls of fog left behind A glimmer of prismatic light Peeked its way out of my heart Finally calmed and cooled

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Feb 17, 2021

Feb 17, 2021 at 11:55 PM UTC

RedRiot

The Rainstorm

It began with a crackle A spark A sharp zip in the air Then followed the inevitable The thunderous drum The low rumble The sound that settles in bone A deep growl A warning And then came rain Drizzle, then hail, then sleet Banging on windows It shrieked and screeched It wailed and weeped A wounded cry The cacophony rolled And the sound grew loud Until it invaded every corner And then Just as suddenly as I had arrived I exhaled and withdrew Curls of fog left behind A glimmer of prismatic light Peeked its way out of my heart Finally calmed and cooled

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sometimes it’s not the world that is loud, there’s no rain, no grey cloud, sometimes it’s a storm inside of me, where the wind is strong, like a very cold breeze. sometimes it’s the rain in my soul, pouring emotions, telling me to let go, sometimes it’s not the outside world, that is loud, it’s my inner peace that whirls around and has been gathering war clouds because sometimes there’s too much stress, to many thoughts, an excess it’s not life’s best part but sometimes there’s a storm in my heart. there are lightning’s, even thunder, and I feel like I’m going under but I better calm down, there’s no need for me to drown. I pick myself up, piece by piece it’s not a fight without cease there’s no need for preoccupation, as long as I am, my own salvation. - gio

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Nov 8, 2020

Nov 8, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC

giorgia_vvt

inner storm

sometimes it’s not the world that is loud, there’s no rain, no grey cloud, sometimes it’s a storm inside of me, where the wind is strong, like a very cold breeze. sometimes it’s the rain in my soul, pouring emotions, telling me to let go, sometimes it’s not the outside world, that is loud, it’s my inner peace that whirls around and has been gathering war clouds because sometimes there’s too much stress, to many thoughts, an excess it’s not life’s best part but sometimes there’s a storm in my heart. there are lightning’s, even thunder, and I feel like I’m going under but I better calm down, there’s no need for me to drown. I pick myself up, piece by piece it’s not a fight without cease there’s no need for preoccupation, as long as I am, my own salvation. - gio

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