Feelings Stories

In the early hours of the dayWhen mind is pureEgo asleepSoul intact to the heartRepose and tranquilWhen dreams begin to dissolveWords overflowDevoid of doubt and fearDirect from the heartInto poems from me to you RR. Srimanchantha

Why do I some days not want to go outside?Why do I curl into a ball not able to move?Why do I some days desire to run and hide?Why do I choose to withdraw not improve?Why do I seem forever stuck deep in a rut? Why do I dwell upon the negative things?Why do I choose not to kick my own butt?Why do I not see the positives life brings?Why do I tremble constantly deep within? Why do I never feel warmth, only coldness?Why do I...

Someone who constantly makes you feel,wanted, needed, appreciated and cherished.Someone who never walks in front of, or behind you, but is always at your side. Someone who fills your mind, with thoughts of yes, I can do this. Someone who inspires you, to become more than you ever thought you could be. Someone who allows you to be who you really are, with no strings, or exceptions. Someone who makes you see, that there rea...

I have entered her world and she in mine. The skies are coloured storm cloud grey. I don’t know why? Grey is soothing, neutral. To calm the shifting tide of emotions. Sometimes it is high and at times low. I longed for her presence. I like the way she blushes.When she says “Yay.”Even though my eyes have not seen or ears have heard. She loves words, moulding and shaping them. Like a potter to clay. When read, listened to,...

Looking into my heart, I wonder what you will see.You won't see love,and you won't see flowers, You won't see something pretty.You will see something dark,You will see something evil,Something so unreal,Something so cruel.You will see the real pain I feel,Because I can't hide it on the inside.I can't hide if you are already looking into my heart.What is it that you want to see?What is it, do you think you will see?You won...

Steeped in furious misery I sat on the beach gazing out at the seaEmpty except for the last few stragglers Trying to desperately cling onto the remnants of a dying dayThe sparkling sun reflecting against a cerulean blue seaEvery foamy hiss and swirl of waveReflected my inner turmoil Brooding, angry and heartbroken with the worldWishing our toxic relationship was healthierSick to death of the world and my lifeWishing that...