Soul

Joined August 2020

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Look at How the World is Tilting
1. In recent news I recently found out that the world doesn’t end when I don’t work myself to death, That God still loves me, even if my temples don’t beat in sync to my heartbeat,
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
am i a mute and don't know it?
I. I need the gentleness of a children’s bunk bed not the creakiness of the hospital cot that I might end up in. I need a soft voice, a warm demeanor, and “I’m okay with how long your healing is taking because I’m healing too and you’re okay with the length of mine”.
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
Suppression
The demons don’t leave you alone when you slumber, they recognize a slave trying to run free, your vices don’t play referee in your brain’s playtime, and under no conditions will you escape, your blood will pour out like mosaic art on your sheets.
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
Woozy
I. Unsteady I think I’m feeling woozy trying to slow the momentum of traditional shadows cast upon me, most days I feel out of touch with reality, early to a party on the other side,
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
Descension
One thing I learned about life is: the best things come from the greatest fall. Just like when the stardust fell from the heavens,
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
June 9th, 5:05 a.m
June 9th, 5: 05 a.m, a hypnotized hiccup of an embryo was born fertilized with salt, soil and prayer effortlessly spiraling into an ethnic island fruit
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
Recoil
Does it make you feel proud to hold my vulnerability like a bullet in the barrel of your throat? Does it make you feel proud to shoot my words back at me, watch me wounded on the floor beneath your feet, a crushed flower longing for her soil, does it make you feel proud?
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
Have We Asked About the Welfare of the Butterfly Lately?
Have we asked about the welfare of the butterfly lately? I think I heard her wings groaning louder than a showy motorist,
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
Depression Is A Coward
Depression always overstays its welcome. It puts on a melodramatic performance every time it comes, Nonchalantly ruins the restoration of my faith every time it leaves,
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
The Soul Leaps First
Bury me like the earth buries fossils, let some archeologists dig up my body, venture into a feeling of the void calling,
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
My Spirit Has A Solar System
What if you followed me into this grand constellation? Sat with me on Orion and swam in the magnetic fields of the Milkyway.
By Soul5 years ago in Poets
Fighting Fate
“Death”. The word seems to come alive, grab my throat and push me to the floor. The garage becomes a carnival and the sunlight peeking in through the small windows turns to strobing roller coaster bulbs. I am bound to a Ferris Wheel riding a black horse. I’m psychotic. I have to be. Maybe mental illness runs in the family and I am just finding out 30 years too late. This can’t be true. It just can’t.
By Soul5 years ago in Horror