Souluminosity
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Sugar and silk
Some days I miss when the world seemed so big and the stars seemed unreachable. I miss piling sugar in my sweetened cereal, then watching the milk descend like silk into a porcelain dish. And that spilling any of it was my biggest challenge for the day.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
elephants in the sea
So they say we live our lives recklessly because we don't have a sleep-rise schedule. They say we're a tribe of elephants playing in the sea giving an ethereal performance to the whales. We're just a spectacle to them. How many times will their chaos cause them destruction? But what they don't acknowledge is the world that comes from this broken binary code. It isn't perfect and that's the sheer beauty of our existence, right?
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Psyche
Fighting Fate
I am pulled back into this dusty garage, the stench of the moldy cigars now holding my lungs in a chokehold. What if I had chosen "How". What if I hadn't found this calendar in the first place. How would things have been different? I contemplate this before collapsing to my knees.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Fiction
Visitors
“He’s out there again. I feel sorry for him.” “He’s a creep. Don’t feel sorry Casey.” “He’s just a lonely old man.” Casey, Farrah, and I are gathered around my front window staring into my neighbor’s yard. His name is Alberto. He stares up at the sky every single night even during heavy rains. He says he’s one of the chosen ones. One day after celebrating our final exams being over with pizza and cheap wine, Casey mustered up the courage to take a stroll across the street to have a “heart-to-heart conversation”.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Fiction
Elbow Pasta Spaghetti
Sometimes, this feels really really hard. Constant decision making is such a drag. I feel like I'm flying a plane with no aviation training, no license, no peanuts for my flight. I'm running on empty half the time trying to convince myself that guidelines are boring anyway. I'll figure out this adult stuff myself. Isn't not knowing the best part? My hands shake from my fifth cup of coffee as I think this.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Psyche
Blank Canvas
So here's the thing about being an artist: your mind can never settle. The sprouts rise up through the concrete of this world constantly. "Look a new leaf" and you just HAVE to turn it, or the strongest variant of frustration will overtake your fragile body.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Psyche
I want to be seen but no, not like that
I want to be seen but no, not like that. I don't want your eyes scanning me for potholes on pavement, for the sun on a cloudy day, for dents on your bumper. I want to be invisibly seen, or maybe I just want to be felt. Felt like potholes on pavement, making you bite your lip and curse. I want to be felt like the sun making a guest appearance on a cloud day; brightening up the gray in your life but only long enough to be appreciated. Things that stick around too long tend to become neglected. And I want to be those dents on your bumper you're too broke to fix; reminding you that the pain leaves scars. But you can always fix them, when you get the energy.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Psyche
My shadow says hi
*Disclaimer* I am a poet before I am a writer. And although those two things seem synonymous I don't believe they are. These posts will very rarely be in a blog-style format. But something more poetic where I can sprinkle metaphors onto the equinox of my words.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Psyche
Hear Me, Heal Me
I decided to post my entire poetry books here as a little exclusive for those who happen to find my profile. This is a poetry book exploring the healing of the inner child and the impact a wounded inner child has on every aspect of life. If you'd still like to support me, I'll link the Amazon link. Thank you for sharing space with me.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
Hear Me, Heal Me
I decided to post my entire poetry books here as a little exclusive for those who happen to find my profile. This is a poetry book exploring the healing of the inner child and the impact a wounded inner child has on every aspect of life. If you'd still like to support me, I'll link the Amazon link. Thank you for sharing space with me.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets