Souluminosity

Joined August 2020

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The Residence Within
The sense of urgency that made me convulse so hard until I became a memory made me feel like a foreigner in my own body, a memory in my own mind,
By Souluminosity2 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 Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
Carl Jung and Shadow Work: The Dark Side Explored
What happens in the dark will always come out in the light. What goes on in our unconscious will always show itself in our consciousness. So, what if those creatures hiding in the dark aren’t so pretty? Well, chances are, they aren’t. Carl Jung definitely doesn’t think they’re inherently beautiful, but making friends with them can help propel you in your spiritual awakening.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Psyche
All Roads Lead Home
“I’m-I’m letting all this go, and I’m just going to figure it out. Pray about it, I guess. I just-I can’t do this anymore, Jack.” I look down into his eyes. Cerulean in a pool of red wine. When’s the last time he slept? Or maybe he’d been crying.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Fiction
The Bull With Familiar Eyes
I am running so fast my joints feel displaced. Sweat is soaking my pores like hot, thick candle wax. My heart feels like an angry prisoner trying to escape his cage. I must outrun him. I must. My feet keep sinking into the sopping wet mud with every step I take. I hear him grunting, breathing so loudly it’s waking all the jungle animals.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Fiction
If the multiverse theory is true
If the multiverse theory is true, then we’re already married with kids in another dimension. For every fight, we had about small things because compromise wasn’t always on the table,
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
Grounding
Today, I planted my feet in the soil, asked God to use my tears to water them, and something new sprouted right in front of my eyes.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
When Morning Comes
Let’s forget this matrix, pretend we’re just seniors in the countryside cooking up old recipes as apologies in our kitchen, telling our past, I’m so sorry I wasted so many years. But here I am now - wise, sweater pulled up to my chin, warm, welcoming, waiting.
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
my hands are palm trees
My knees are perforated from falling too much, but I’m thankful that the blood watered the roots of my growth. And although there are dotted lines to cut on now,
By Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets
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 Souluminosity2 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 Souluminosity2 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 Souluminosity2 years ago in Poets