Reflections in Quiet Chaos

Reflections in Quiet Chaos

  • WpView
    GELESEN 370
  • WpVote
    Stimmen 58
  • WpPart
    Teile 12
WpMetadataReadLaufend11m
WpMetadataNoticeZuletzt aktualisiert Fr., Mai 9, 2025
WpInfo
Poesie
A blur of fleeting thoughts and half-remembered moments, tangled in the quiet noise of overthinking. I drift through my mind, lost in fragments of the past, as memories flicker like broken reflections-sometimes sharp, sometimes fading. Each thought is a ripple, unstructured, searching for meaning in a world that offers none. Time slips away unnoticed, and with it, I slip away. There's an urgency to release, to let go of the weight of memory, yet no clear escape. In the silence between moments, I find a strange, gentle freedom-an acknowledgment that perhaps understanding isn't necessary. I, like the world around me, am unfinished, disjointed, but in that, I find a strange peace.
Alle Rechte vorbehalten
Werde Teil der größten Geschichtenerzähler-CommunityErhalte personalisierte Geschichtenempfehlungen, speichere deine Favoriten in deiner Bibliothek und kommentiere und stimme ab, um deine Community zu vergrößern.
Illustration

Vielleicht gefällt dir auch

  • WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL
  • Amore.
  • "Things I Never Said Out Loud"
  • --Bridges--
  • Silent Echoes
  • Scarred Gem
  • Life truly unflitterd
  • Spoken Word #2 (2018-2020)

I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.

Mehr Details
WpActionLinkInhaltsrichtlinien