Souluminosity
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*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 Souluminosityabout a year 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 Souluminosityabout a year 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 Souluminosityabout a year 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 Souluminosityabout a year ago in Poets
The Clock Has Eyes
Unfulfillment hammers another nail in your coffin as your eyes, like the sea, ebb and flow over the hands of the clock. Don't you know that time only haunts you if you keep waiting for its passing? That with each fluctuation of your unsettled tides, the hours are the only constant thing? That the clock is watching you watch it, watch your life go by, watch your thoughts wander around the entrapment of your boxed in mind. What if you made time a living thing so it could not haunt you anymore? So you could not awaken startled at dawn by the ghoulish whispers of tick-tocking. If time is alive, time is nurtured; time can grow and expand, as can your perception of time itself.
By Souluminosityabout a year ago in Poets
The Ending Is The Best Part
The past lives I’ve lived didn’t settle to easily. Not the one’s on this terrain, but the ones buried in my chakras. The ones I decided to make a memory out of instead of a fossil, recounting the origin of them and the death of them countless times. As a memory, my mind can forget when it is convenient. It will not stay with me forever.
By Souluminosityabout a year ago in Poets
What If I Just Went Wild?
I'm starting to feel like some wild beast is trying to rip open my chest. I don't belong here. What if I just went wild? Returned back to my animalistic roots and extinguished all the fires of uncivilized behavior that has been burning in my chest for so long?
By Souluminosityabout a year ago in Psyche
Someplace with a fireplace
This moment encapsulates me, fascinates me really. A place covered in velvet snow, as warm as fire next to you. I wonder if you look in the mirror and see a flame. Hot and bright. Maybe you see a star. It's hard to believe you see a human with faults and decorative flaws.
By Souluminosityabout a year ago in Poets
