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A conjunction of two words,
each separately has its own meaning.

The soul is the immaterial part
of what makes us human.
The  intellectual energy that makes
one immortal.

A mate is one of a kind.
A companion.

So how does one know if you have
truly found your soulmate?
Brewomble Jun 11
God Brought A Beach Towel

  Written By: Breanna Womble


I’m starting to understand
The slight of hand
That it takes to see this world as an ocean
                                                So vast and deep
                                  With secrets to keep-
I spread love on like tanning lotion
(..) I forgot how the sun feels from this perspective
As my heart beats quick with/          
                             as if it’s,
                                                                         /To keep up with lost time.
I know now I hold the full Collective
all the while I stay and destroy the retina’s in my eyes.
                               This time around,
                                    Loving me is the new objective-
gazing at new found patience with what follows sunrise
                                                                      And left these sands of time-
                                                                      One grain left to fall amongst the Hour,
All this chaos I hold inside of me-
                                           In-spite of trees that Fear let tower

Ahead of me is too far gone
twin flames too, burned away...
Lake Eerie drowned our fire quickly/
                                                           a parted heart of two;
half-hearted sunsets shadowed days,
To the boy I thought I knew.

Do you suffocate with silence?
Do the sun-rays burn your eyes?

All this technicolor vision Love,
Colorblind through cobalt eyes’

(..) I know now of not tomorrow,
                                                          But sea, to my dismay;

Salt lake kisses from Oklahoma/

                                                      ...Taste like soulmates in PA.

~Breanna Womble
Mother Earth Knows What's Best
Merlie T Jun 8
Through many moods and moons
I've felt the heart of your soul
moving me like clouds through the sky
A guiding wind to journey back and forth
Love me always through the bluest nights,
like stars shining in the desert.
Bright light backdrops the most immense gray as I dream
of you and you and only you forever among the cosmos
Amy Perry Jun 8
Lost in
lunar waves,
Tossed by
your embrace…

A celestial
of memory
lives on

I’ve had you
in passing glances
and in soul-holding

I’ve had you with
ice cream
with three stuffed bears…

I’ve had you in
sweltering summer,
in lentil soup fall…

I’ve had you without
ever having had you
at all.
It's always the people you meet by chance
That make life bearable and leave you
Standing in a trance
Unaware of the effect they have on you
Like our fate had somehow
Become intertwined with one another
Somewhere along the way
Like a gust of wind traveling
With such beauty and grace
You're unaware it is there
And helping fuel your lungs with fire
In which you need to stay alive
In order to be with the people who somehow
Got stuck with you
Platonic or romantically in love
With someone's grace and personality
Unexpectedly crossing paths with someone
Who has a lot to offer for your life
To heal or break you inside or offer help
And guidance along the way
Like a soul to hold you in safe hands
As you pass through all places in life
~ This isn't my usual poetry style but I like it a lot
dorian green May 12
i don't believe in soulmates,
but i think we came close.
skin to skin, i read your palm,
but how was i supposed to know?

what do you do when your red string
gets caught in the door?
i never could untangle it,
and i didn't know how to be loved by you anymore.

i ask constellations how you're doing
and dodge your calls.
in the summer, you'll trace my palms
and we'll defy stars as trivial.

there's always something about good things i want to ruin.
there's no version where orpheus doesn't turn around.
it's not so much precognizance but
digging up the same old burial ground.

it's not so much what you read
in between freckles and lines, but the sense
of connection, a familiarity of skin on skin
and a practiced willingness to drop the pretense.
M Salinger May 11
will be wise and
and smile
with his whole face, his
whole spirit

he will be fearless and free
& curious
of the world around him and
his place
within it
his wit,
like him

he will write me
words only meant
for him and I
as if they were born
for us, from our

he will be wild,
like the nature that
surrounds him

he will be a man born
of this earth
& tall,
& sturdy,
with deep roots,
that are soon to run in the forest of my life

his shoulders
broad enough
to carry our children,
and gentle enough
to catch their tears,

and at times
mine too,
laying on his chest
his hands tangled in mine
and my hair
listening to the rhythm
of his warm breath
and warmer heart,
I'll spill tears of
& gratitude,
that will pool between us,
for all we've
and all the beauty
we've seen

we will not
love, after so many lifetimes together,
we will admire
& respect
each other
in body,
& spirit

we will inspire each other
to grow
to make art
to appreciate beauty in pain
to spread love

he will understand
the complexities
of my mind,
and I of his,
never with the intention
of changing the other
but instead,
to love every piece
all that is told to be too ugly

we will be each other's
in this life
and the next,
as we have done before

we will pray
each other's
& make love,

we will grow
a family,
a home,
a garden,
a community

he will be

we will laugh till our
bellies ache
and he will lick the salt
of my

we will play,
basking in the glow
of each other's
taking for granted
that it's

we will love

we we will lift each other
so high
that the heavens will touch our hair
like crowns glistening in the

we will speak with our minds and
our bodies,
our eyes talking more than our

he will see me before
I see him,
in the warmth of my glow,
he will know

and when we meet
suddenly, he and I
will become
idletown May 11
drunk on a feeling we know wont last

knowing the end is near

closing our eyes pretending we dont see it

u hear the glass shaterring hearts breaking

its something we cant let go of

its what i have been living for

how do we leave it when its all we need

i am under a spell

when i see u under the stars i forget about the troubles in the world

i forget about i have been through

why cant we stop the time

lay here with me until my breathing stops

i wanna make u smile when u are crying remembering the people that hurt u

i wanna hold ur hand when it gets cold

i wanna find u

wanna spend all my time with u

i miss u even tho i have never met u

wonder if we will ever meet 

just know i have loved u longer than u can imagine 

longed for u more than u think
Laura Coulton May 10
The thought of ‘the one’ has overtaken my mind the past few days.

Is my person
The boy I met on the coast,
Wind swept,
Ocean eyes.

Is it the guy I found
At every house party,
Every single one,
And made sure we kissed each other as much as we could while using the excuse of alcohol.

The man who took me into the garden,
Onto a power box up the road where it was quiet,
And took my hand,
Ran his fingers through my hair,
And kissed the breath out of my chest?

I think I know.
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