Soulful Poems Novels & Stories

There, in the garden, with the sun shining on her face, surrounded by those she loved and listening to their laughter, she realized that that old song was true: LOVE AFTER LOVE, MAYBE, MAYBE IT LOOKS LIKE THIS RAY OF SUNSHINE AND NOW THAT I'VE SEARCHED AND NOW THAT I'VE FOUND THE PERFUME THAT CARRIES THE PAIN IN THE ESSENCE OF SOULS ALL RELIGIONS SAY FOR ME, THAT IS LOVE AFTER LOVE. (Fito Paez)

“They recognize you.” “Not me,” Veyra said. “What I carry.” She glanced at the faint gold still lingering beneath her skin, where the Vein’s mark had burned her. The Choir’s song shifted — now words were forming, fragmented and distorted, but clear enough to grasp. The current remembers. The Soulbound stirs. The cycle breaks. The sound pressed against her skull until her knees almost buckled. She forced herself upright, her voice cutting through the rising resonance. “Where is she?”

A lost soul, a she-wolf without a wolf, a heart that beats with a promise that cannot be broken. A heart that beats for three. A soul that lives in three bodies. Three warriors, born on the same night, born from the same womb. Two souls in one body. One soul that lives forever. A she-wolf that is not a she-wolf, a soul that is not a soul. A daughter of two worlds. A she-wolf of darkness, a she-wolf of light. A soul that has been silenced; a soul that has been forgotten. A soul that has been stolen. A soul that has been marked.

"Repeat after me. My blood is your blood." "My blood is your blood," I whispered. "My soul is your soul." "My soul is your soul." "Until the moon falls from the sky and the sun turns to ash." "Until the moon falls from the sky and the sun turns to ash." We pressed our palms together and it feels like the world exploded. It wasn't just heat. It was a flash of light in my mind.

My very soul. Would never be the same again.

I am afraid of my demons wanting to sling her on my shoulders and take her back to the penthouse and show her how much I missed her but the small and sane part of me hissed at me to keep my ugly parts and demons away from her and the beautiful moments we are breathing in. Fay Moore is the only one who encourages that sane part of me to grow big and pushes away the demons lurking in front.

” he asked and turned on the radio before I could reply. let my baby stay by Mac DeMarco. It was the same song he played when we went hiking on Monday. Our song. So we sang along as he drove, and my mind drifted back to Monday. Before the blood moon. Before the chaos and deaths. Before the walls of my life crumbled. Many things happened before the blood moon. And the days went by too quickly. But the days after the blood moon moved slowly. It was still the second day, but I felt depleted as someone who mourned for a year.

“Try this, Hope is the thing with feathers..’” He interrupted with a groan. “You said no bird poems.” “This one’s different,” I said. “It stays in the heart, not in a cage.” He looked up at me, still skeptical but willing. “Fine. But you say the first part.” I did, the lines rolling off my tongue, softer than I meant them to. “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.”

Their voices intertwined, weaving a delicate web of sound around me. “By water and flame, by shadow and light, Cleanse her body, cleanse her sight. By the moon’s grace and the sun’s fire, Prepare her heart, awaken desire. By earth’s hold and wind’s sweep, Guard her body, her soul to keep.” The chant washed over me, and I felt it…not just in my ears, but under my skin, like threads of warmth weaving into every muscle. My pulse quickened, my chest felt both heavy and light, as if something inside me was stirring in response.

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”