#soulstories
My perception has clouded by the crack of my soul.
I never learned how to patch the gap,
so I let the darkness stay in,
visit my soul.
Then the fog came in without hesitation.
That’s when I began to write stories —
stories only I could read,
carved into my soul.
I hear your voice every time I turn the pages,
and I smell your cologne lingering in the words I wrote.
Now it’s written deep in your soul,
waiting for you to learn how to read,
so you can see what you lost.
I am sitting with your shadow;
he knows how to read
but lives on an old dusty road.
Hope you can sleep with my ghost.
She knows every tear I shed
to keep you warm.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
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
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC