moodieswrites

Just dropped a random one here.

Well that's something I wrote randomly mentally then I decided to develop and polish it and that's what came out. Tho I am not really sure, to post it officialy or not. Maybe ur thoughts will help.

Didn't thought even for a title yet:

i feel empty
i feel hollow
and i don’t know when i learned the way back here again

how did i arrive here… again?

i pass by you
like by a stranger
i have never met
enough times
to convince myself
i am immune to you
and to the quiet violence of your beauty

and for days, it holds
it works
it becomes silence
i become myself again

but somehow, always, without warning
you take hold of me

not through memories —
that would be too simple
but through something more alive
more dangerous

a kind of inner movement
a momentum that does not ask permission

and suddenly
i don’t just remember how much i loved you
i feel it

i feel you waking inside me
in all the places i taught, with effort,
to rest
to heal
to stop burning

and i wonder
what do you still want with us?

what part of you
or of me
refuses to end?

why do you come in dreams
not as the past
but as something still trying to reach me

in the morning
the rain whispers quietly
that nothing is ever random
that if you look deep enough
you could call it destiny

but that is not where becoming ends

that is not where you stop

because somewhere, deeper than longing
and higher than pain
there is something still writing

day by day
a version of me
that does not deny you
but no longer lets you define me

that understands
what does not end outside
asks to be understood within

and that maybe
it is not you i am reaching for in dreams
but the part of me
that learned how to love through you

and is still learning
not to lose itself in it

every day
i become

not less yours
but more my own

and maybe that is the only real direction —
to grow beyond what created you
without denying that it did

ever growing
ever lightening
outgrowing myself
so that one day
i no longer mistake love
for what breaks me

but for what keeps me whole

every day.

and maybe, in that unlearning,
you’ll remember
how to stay.

Full poem here: https://orbitingwords.wordpress.com/2026/03/23/a-last-wish-about-you/

Some energies don’t walk into a room

they appear slowly
like a presence the night forgot to explain

and maybe it was the hour
maybe it was the quiet blur in my veins
half drunk
half high
the mind slightly drifting
but the instincts strangely awake

because something about her felt… real

dangerously real

and that confused me

in a world where everyone leaves pieces of themselves everywhere
pictures
posts
carefully edited fragments of a life
floating endlessly through screens

she had none of that

no digital shadow
no loud evidence of existence
no endless noise trying to prove she was there

just a quiet presence

and the strange thing about quiet energy
is that sometimes

it’s the most powerful thing in the room

she wasn’t trying to be seen
yet my attention kept orbiting her
like a thought that refuses to dissolve

and I couldn’t tell if it was curiosity
or instinct
or something older in me
recognizing something ancient in her

which made it slightly unsettling

because when you cannot explain a pull
the mind starts looking for excuses

maybe it’s the alcohol
maybe it’s the smoke
maybe the night is bending perception

but somewhere deeper

I knew it wasn’t that

there was a calm gravity around her

the kind that doesn’t ask for attention
yet bends it anyway

and I found myself wanting to know more

slowly
carefully

like approaching a quiet fire in the dark

fascinated by the warmth
aware of the flame

standing there
half drunk
half high
entirely myself

wondering

how something so quiet
can feel
so powerful.

Manifestation to Reality Some energies don’t walk into a roomthey appear slowlylike a presence the night forgot to explainand maybe it was the hourmaybe it was the quiet blur in my veinshalf drunkhalf highthe mind slightly…

Some pains aren’t meant to be shut down.
They’re meant to be felt — all the way through.

Scripture Written in Veins is about staying with the ache instead of escaping it. About letting love cut as deep as it blesses. About realizing that every heartbeat, every shake in your hands, every tear is just proof that you’re here — alive — and what a blessing that actually is.

To hear.
To see.
To touch.
To feel.

Even pain carries something sacred when you stop fighting it.

If you’ve ever been cracked open and somehow found light inside the break, this one is for you.

https://orbitingwords.wordpress.com/2026/02/15/scripture-written-in-veins/

moodieswrites

"Where Ego Falls Silent"

Today I humbly ask for just a chance.
A chance to be a better self before I lose myself again on twisted paths.
A chance to smile, instead of throwing spiteful eyes.
I was close to becoming the very ones I swore I’d never be,
a social animal trapped in an endless cycle of being tamed.

I swore I’d never bow,
I would’ve bowed to you, but you became one of them,
while we faded into dust.

So I’ll keep going,
I remember I lost long ago the right to feel love and happiness.
Go, dear angel of mine, ride your light.
Let me walk my crooked roads until I finally reach home.
And when I no longer feel empty,
I’ll know I’ve found it,
my mysterious green place of tropical rains.

— Victor Coman

Stop doing it.