Soul Sistah
Bio
Content creator and writer.
Welcome to my world, come inside and let my poetic vibes soothe your soul, while my words echo in your mind and leave you wanting more.
Stories (34/0)
Romantic Vibe Part One
Strangers in passing while our true identities yearn for unmasking. I see you, I feel you and I need you in ways I never felt. Silently I sit alone pondering the cards my life has been dealt, thinking if you touch me will I reject you or melt into your hands like butter. Secretly I long for us to touch each other, sweet kisses and caresses that will leave me wanting more. My thoughts of you playing like a movie wondering what else is in store. This lingering feeling is making me think if you had my body in front of you how would you explore it? Looking into your eyes is a feeling that's euphoric. I can't ignore this lustful obsession I have are you a blessing or someone that's apart of my past?
By Soul Sistah4 years ago in Poets
Facade
She wears the mask that hides the eyes which distract you from her lips of lies." Soulless woman", is a phrase commonly used to describe her those who know the true her despise her. She portrays this sweet soul but has a dark soul inside her that is filled with hatred.
By Soul Sistah4 years ago in Poets
A living testament
The cracks in the foundations of my life took years to repair. It was left with no acknowledgement or care. Everyday was a struggle as I fought with myself while juggling and living a double life of pretending to be happy when all I wanted to do was scream.
By Soul Sistah4 years ago in Poets
Nothing to prove
This life is what you make it and how you choose to live is how you choose but every day I feel I got something to prove. No matter what you do someone is lurking in the shadows criticizing your moves as if your level is not a level of success and even when you feel you did your best they always make you feel like you did less.
By Soul Sistah4 years ago in Poets
Escaping My Mental Prison
Elevation is what I'm trying to do but my self-doubt won't let me make it through the doors that lead to my blessings. I keep trying to think positive only to end up stressing and protesting that my dreams aren't meant to come true and maybe this life is all I have to look forward to.
By Soul Sistah4 years ago in Poets
