Poetry With Soul Novels & Stories

I am a ghost running through time and space, looking, always looking in the blackness for a sacred spark. And all this world becomes noise, a distraction from my task to find the one - the one who went alone into the dark. For should all she be is a fragment of fire, barely a cinder, it doesn't matters anymore, because I will become a river

Her legs wrap around my waist and her hips meet mine in a passionate rhythm. She lets out a soft sob and I look down at her. She wasn't crying because of pain, but of pleasure. I felt it too, the intimate connection between us, a connection I never felt with Jess. I loved her, yes, but this feeling was different. It felt as if my soul was blending with Kelly's, as if it were two pieces of a puzzle coming together. Tears roll down both our cheeks and I kiss her passionately. Her hands grasp at my short hair as she moans through her sobs. Moments later we came in unison and it was the best orgasm I ever had with someone else.

Within the nexus, souls found solace and inspiration, nurturing their inner journey and facilitating the collective exploration of truth and self-realization. The essence of Luna's memoir transformed into an ethereal resonance known as the "Luna Song." This celestial melody carried the timeless wisdom and transformative power of authenticity, resonating through the fabric of the cosmos and stirring the hearts of those who yearned for truth. The Luna Song became a cosmic anthem, inspiring beings to embrace their authentic selves and align with the universal symphony of existence.

The night they cynically came to the hospital she seemed rough and soulless but now she seemed like such a gentle and innocent woman. Perhaps God had put her in my path to convince me that this revenge was hurting me. Maybe she was more soulful than I thought and I was really wrong then. There was something else that caught my attention and that was those lyrics. They were so sad. They expressed a deep, deep pain. But who could hurt such a soul so deeply? The lines of the poem she wrote kept echoing in my mind: “With feet lost in the fine sand I’m heading for the shore, shy and tentative

she starts singing, wishes for sin. can all we see, all the things we hide behind your smile. I could never hope to see you said. when I put I spell on your soul, it was the untold told tail. feel the soul feel the light feel my hands. boy, you, were such a lost soul, your was alone. don't lie you want to say something, you think you should get close. wanna have a taste, are you curious about red leaves, don't be such a jerk.

Eventually, the two halves will become whole… with a single intimate act. Based on a nosey young girl’s questions on the matter, it was found that soulmates could feel each other when in the same vicinity. A beacon, of sorts. This beacon draws them closer until they find each other. This pulsating warmth, that thumps relentlessly in the chest of the pairs,… is an encouraging nudge to follow the bond to their destined mate. This is often used to draw two souls together across distance, but it does not dim after this initial meeting. It grows stronger until one half of the pair can find the other half—no matter where they are. Although this warmth is able to be ignored, the loss of warmth leav

“What mom? How can you say that--” She gave me her phone. There was a poem he had written. “I’d love it if you read this and think that I feel anything for her-- “She was my life, she left, life left. Never had anything, even my soul has left. Being a boy was never the best thing, When the only girl I ever loved left. Do you know that feeling? When there is nothing to see? Because you just don’t know What you should be? When there is no reason to live

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

Galene paused next to a group of older men who’d gathered around her largest work. “The strokes seem natural and fluid. What is the student’s name?” One of them leaned forward and squinted. “Galene Bennett.” “There’s a dramatic intensity here that touches a higher plane.” “I like the contrast of light and dark—this dark energy—a marine creature is luring me to my watery death.” “Yes.” Another critic responded. “This work is all about the deep caverns in our soul.” Galene’s pulse picked up, and she took a step back.

She was so shaken up that she felt rather nauseous. “This is your alter-self,” Emerald began to lie, “this is your inner being that is revealing herself to you. She symbolizes your purity and free spirit. She is the light within you and the soul which inhabits you. She has revealed herself to you as a sign of light and love. You need to embrace her and know that she belongs to you, deep within your soul.”