I remember the day i left

I knew it was already dead

I saw deja vus

Of leaving you

Life was just so weird

You weren’t my twin flame

Our love wasn’t that real

I saw visions of her

It seemed like you

But you were a test to come through

Love tests to prepare me for her

All this pain was worth in the end

I know that i will never see you again

I learned that you killed your child dreams

So sad too see you go that way

Now i am open to my twinflame love

Now i will finally meet my divine partner that i’ve been waiting for so long

My energy never dies

Even if i die

I will be still around

No need to doubt

Lived long enough to see who is true

Lived long enough to realize that some people really have no soul

Chosen ones are the empaths

Those who show love and can read peoples’ thoughts

Some people are just meat and bones

And some are just souls that are waking up to their call

Those who are meat and bones

Are there to test your soul

Tests that will show your growth and if you are ready to move on

Repeating cycles is not a bad thing

It happens till learn the lesson and what it really means

You are not alone

You are guided and protected by the universal force

Pain inside my heart

Couldn’t see it last

Memories are all gone

Can’t even remember your face no more

Summer went by

Somehow i am still alive

Numbed inside

Faking smiles

Makes me seem alright

Who are you to judge me ?

You don’t even know anything about me

Narcissists want to see me die

Surviving another day

Makes them rage inside

But in the end i always shine

I am a star

I can light up the whole sky

You feel alone

But you are actually not

You have yourself

You can make everything happen on your own

You need to love yourself

And that is how you experience self growth

It is okay

If you make mistakes

Point is to learn from them

And keep on going by building up you glow

True wisdom comes from within

You are your own god in this world that we live in

Where is my mind at

One year ago it felt i was dying non stop

Past wounds are gone now

Exes obsessed with me 

They won’t stop stalking now

I can feel the enemies around me

I think they are planning to take me down

People hit up my phone

I don’t have time to talk

Never replying cause i did it all of my own

Back when i needed them the most

Nobody had time to fill me with hope

Now they won’t be a part of my glow

Now i am spread love and change the world

It feels like a dream

Life filled with deja vus

I can’t tell if i am awake or asleep

Situations seems so confused

I feel like this is all a scene

Scripted situations i live on repeat

People surprised by my kindness

But they are the ones that want to tear apart my happiness

I am glowing and shining

Ex people wish that they could see me die

But i am just fine

Feeding of their hate energy and turning it into positive vibes

I am an angel in this world

Someone who one day will end up being unknown

Instead

Honestly

I would have

Moved

the

Sun

The moon

The stars

For you

But you picked

Someone

Who would say

They got them for you

And just show

You pretty pictures

Instead

-J.Wool

All writing belongs to me.

Inspired by the five great elements of earth, water, fire, air and space, presenting this week’s poem platter for y’all to just pick and chill 🗂

If the poet’s words have toggled your intellects, provoked your thoughts and illumined your hearts, follow @poetwithapurpose to vibe with the poet

There is no manual on how to

find your soulmate,

love someone unconditionally,

we can only hope that we are doing it correctly. 🖤

A Rose Once

the breeze put a shiver

in the wells of my bone

and all of a sudden

I was frozen, alone

shedding the petals

now lining my bed

as I let go the beauty

that once held my head

.

I am wind,

as I am sea.

I am one with the northmen,

the Vikings,

the Druids,

the Mages.

I am the rosiness in their cheeks

and the fire in their drinks.

I am the laughter in the twirl of her hair,

and I am the sadness locked between her braids.

I am life

as I am death.

I am one with suffering,

with love,

with angels,

with demons.

I am a whisper in the night

and an echoing cry in the canyon.

I am the soft sparkle in her eyes when he

wraps his strong arms around her.

I am the pale breath of her throat as it arches

with pleasure, heavy with love, lost in the wind.

Captain Saxophone’s a weirdo,
he lives in my mind.
He has the largest collection of woodwind instruments,
that you will ever find.
He’s a bit over-excitable,
And has this fun game,
Where whenever someone talks,
He plays his sax without shame.

When my mum says it’s time to set the table,
Captain Saxophone goes
Too-Too-Toot.
When my Dad asks me to tidy my room
Captain Saxophone goes
Scoo-Too-Toot.
When my Brother tells me it’s my turn to wash up
Captain Saxophone goes,
Par-par-parrrrp.
When my granny wants me to give her a kiss
Captain Saxophone goes
Far-far-farrrrp.

And when everyone shouts
“Can you hear me in there?!”
Captain Saxophone goes
Too-too-toooooot,
Far-far-farrrrrrp,
Puh-puh-di-di-di,
Scoopy-tooty-too-too-toot.

This story is a part of 365 Stories for Sprogs, a big book filled with little stories for youngsters and parents alike! Each of these stories are written in a single day by author Harold Benjamin-Lewis. With a book like that, it could be the only storybook you’ll ever need. Well, for a year at least!

“Mi Muerte”- The death of me

I am shy but it is not a fault, if that allows me to hear your words.

irina c

One day, will my well run dry?

all ideas just up and fly?

not a single thing to write,

not one nibble, not one bite.

No more thoughts to smartly spend,

my writing life will reach its end—

then suddenly, the block is gone,

and so my writing life goes on.

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚝

the love i wanted

now projects on my skin

the slits, your wounding words

sting my skin, my heart

scrapes, your commitment

fade away, with time

they disappear, one heals

the other leaves me screaming

cicatrices, your absence

beginning- always hurt

cured by the end

permanently leaving;

a scar within.

People in boxes; 9/1/2020

I’m a collector,

Badges, buttons, beanie babies,

Stamps, coins, figurines are my forté,

Little people in boxes.

The catalogue came the other day,

I circled all my favourites,

The goths, the preps, the jocks,

And when they arrived,

I sorted them neatly on the shelf,

Tagged and labelled by category,

The emos, the weirdos, the theatre kids,

My personality archives,

My character files,

Birds of a feather flock together,

Never change doll,

Never change.