#poetryfromthesoul
I am drowning,
Without any water,
Just waves of loneliness;
As soon I see the shore,
I get pulled back,
By the angry waves,
Drown they say,
Give up,
Let go,
You shall find relief that way.
The faster I swim,
The more I feel,
Claws and teeth at my feet,
The sadness biting into my soul,
I am drowning in this flood,
Howling,
Howling they are,
All for my blood.
My net has a giant tear,
My boat has a huge hole,
And my anchor,
Isn't holding me down,
Does anyone care?
The tentacles are on my neck,
I can't breathe,
Is it a sin to want,
To want to drown,
For I have forgotten the air,
How my head feels above the water,
Tell me,someone,
Anyone,
Do I matter?
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
I won’t lie to you
There was a girl once.
Not a fantasy,
but a fire I tried to hold with bare hands.
She didn’t break me,
but loving her made me bleed in verses.
Yes, I wrote poems that smelled like her.
Yes, I smiled at memories I can’t erase.
But no
She wasn’t you.
She was the storm I mistook for rain.
When you ask me,
"Who was she?"
I won’t flinch.
Because you won’t be standing in her shadow
you’ll be the light that ends it.
You’ll never have to compete with my past.
You’ll be the reason I finally leave it behind.
You won’t need to fight for a place in my heart
you’ll walk in and find the room already made.
You see,
she was the chapter that taught me pain.
But you…
You’re the page I’ll never stop rereading.
Not because you’re perfect
but because you're real.
So when the questions rise in your chest,
when jealousy knocks on your ribs,
just remember:
I’m not here to hide anything.
I’m here to build something
so sacred
even the past kneels in reverence.
And if I ever look into your eyes and say,
"You're the only one I see,"
know this
it's not because there were no others...
it's because none of them stayed long enough to become forever.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC
Hidden between these lines,
there’s a story—
a blessing and a curse all at once.
Every word holds a chapter.
Every rhyme carries a life—
the joy, the love,
and the quiet, hidden strife.
My poetry is a mirror.
It shows you my soul
without ever raising its voice.
The pain I carry,
the story I rarely share,
finds its way into the verses—
raw, honest,
and laid bare.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 7:14 AM UTC