#poeticvibes
A body with a hollow soul,
A life steeped deep in sorrow’s bowl.
None beside me none to see,
And even I feared to look at me.
Riddles of life, all tangled tight,
Threads unending, lost to sight.
I walked on paths I ne’er had known,
In search of good or perhaps my own.
Who knows the way? Who marks the shore?
Like the sea, I move forevermore.
Who am I? What am I for?
A whisper lost in time’s faint roar.
And still I ponder, soft, in fright
Is this the world, or dream of night?
For still I dwell in twisted thread,
Each strand a noose around what’s left
Of me.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC
You’re my white when I look inside,
You’re my blue when you close your eyes.
You’re my calm in the stormy tide,
My truth when the whole world lies.
You’re the peace my heart confides,
The dawn where my dark subsides.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC
People call me strange.
They say I live in fantasies.
They call me weird, shy—
A soul who always tries to escape from reality.
An impractical, imperfect introvert.
But what people don't know is:
I’m not strange—just simple and safe in my own space.
Not a survivor of fantasies,
But someone who uses them to ease the weight of life.
Not weird, but vowful.
Not an escaper, but an exceptionist.
I am not broken—just different.
Not lost—just elsewhere.
Not weak—just layered.
Not escaping—but creating.
So let them call me strange,
But know this—
In a world that often forgets to feel,
Maybe strange is exactly what we need.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
She wanted to embrace him, but her walls needed to be broken for his entrance.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC