#soulful
Those eyes hold the depth
That words struggle to capture
They do not just see
They tell stories
Heard by the one, who listens
Unwavering spirit
Whenever
Inspiration stays blunt
And I suffer writer's block
I look for you
I wish I could see
Little longer
Little more
Your eyes
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:45 AM UTC
Let
The freedom be autonomous
Inner peace sacred
Let them call you different
Being different makes you
"YOU"
Vibe alone
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
[Intro – Male tenor, soft and haunting, clear, close mic]
I need a reset button for my life,
A chance to chart a course on a blank slate.
[Verse 1 – Male, reflective and grounded]
I need a reset button for my life,
A chance to chart a course on a blank slate,
Unplant the seeds that blossomed pain and strife,
And brought a bitter harvest to my plate.
[Chorus – soulful ]
I need a reset button for my life
[Verse 2]
I walked by open doors that closed behind,
With eyes fixed only forward on my course,
Trying to do what’s right, I’ve been unkind,
Attempts to avoid pain just made it worse.
[Chorus]
I need a reset button for my life
[Verse 3 - breathy, clear, emotional, close mic]
I should have explored many other paths,
That led to orchards that would bear sweet fruit,
My solitary one has led to wrath,
The seeds I planted would themselves uproot.
[Chorus – Cinematic]
I need a reset button for my life . . .
[Verse 4 – Cinematic peak]
What use is wisdom when it comes too late?
There is no reset button to cheat fate.
[outro - sorrowful, whispered, breathy, close mic]
There is no reset button to cheat fate.
You can hear a working version of this song at:
https://suno.com/s/xbeEgYGvnD8EOfEB
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
*We explore our minds
We do not talk into terms
Why we close ourselves down
While we can listen and learn?
We overthink when we issue
We say words we do not mean
Why we hurt ourselves
When we can compromise our believes?
It is not wrong to show some sympathy
Why are we afraid to lose?
Instead of standing up for ourselves
We choose to be bruised
Why we live in fear?
Letting go of the unknown
Will we ever collide as humans
Sharing compassion and healing our souls?*
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
The lamp of our talk has dimmed its glow,
The words are few, the tide is low.
But don’t think for a moment the path is gone,
I am standing right here, waiting for the dawn.
Silence isn’t an ending, it’s just a veil,
A quiet wind in a restless sail.
My voice has softened, my lips are still,
But loving you is a compass, a steady will.
The night adjusted how I see the sky,
But it didn’t change the "you and I."
We aren't speaking, but the direction is true—
Every quiet step I take, still leads to you.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
The light turned red
The cab stopped in front of an earth angel
We locked eyes
Good morning Queen don't let anyone ruin your day beautiful Black Queen
Our hearts synced
Is his love valid
Or is love only quantified when I feel it
His love was straight from the source
Pure energy
Pure love
I decided to receive
and released the love back to him
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
I grew—
And somewhere, in another universe,
my younger self would’ve never imagined.
I thought,
I looked,
I realised—
How do people change in such a way?
But who knows?
Maybe it was me who changed.
It doesn’t reflect the nature—
Narcissist,
Overly sweet,
Bold,
Mean.
So people wonder,
“How have you changed without becoming this?”
But I ask—
Maybe, maybe you’re the one who changed me so beautifully,
that it never needed a title to be.
I wake up every day with a hope:
“Something, something will change.”
And when the day ends at twelve,
I thank God for a good day—
Good never meant good for me;
It meant a lesson for my further life,
a reminder that I don’t have to worry again, breaking along with me.
We smile,
we laugh,
we cry,
we stare—
not with someone, but with myself.
Because, i believed in such a way,
Stars never shines without their soul.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
Undress me with light of your eyes,
for i long to be engulfed in.
by mere glances i feel purified,
as raven in sun- lit forest.
those stares tore down the sins,
i wonder about pure bliss.
these clothes flow upon my body,
They stick and make me sick but oh,
Oh, how i long to be undressed.
Both by the body and soul.
So, undress me with light of your eyes my love.
As i no longer can befall.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC
I saw the earth swallow bodies,
The sky steal back the sun ,that shines even to burn.
I try to keep souls that end up draining me dry.
All was just a dream,
Believed to live in , suddenly, so soon, I had to leave.
Like hell built in diamond bricks,
And doors with every beautiful color.
It attracts ,it forces one to stay,
Even in the absence of peace.
It was hell , it is, and it will be,
Until we're ripped apart,
With scars on our delicate heart.
Until we start losing ourselves,
Until we feel more than confused.
Then later, we are forced to see again
And it's better
To sit with our demons again,
But not in hell
But in heart.
For they'll sure be my teachers in disguise.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
If someone stayed,
I wouldn’t need to be so strong.
I’d let my walls melt,
my silence spill into their arms,
and I’d cry
not out of pain,
but out of relief.
That finally,
someone saw the storm I’ve hidden
behind my soft smile.
If someone stayed,
I’d stop pretending.
I’d stop holding the world
while my own kept breaking.
I’d whisper things I’ve never said out loud
like how empty I feel in a full room,
and how loud the nights get
when I’m the only one listening.
If someone stayed,
I’d hug them and never let go.
Because once someone knows the real me
the soft me,
the shattered me,
the still-loving me…
I don’t ever want to lose that again.
So I stay quiet.
And I hope.
And I whisper to the stars…
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 12:12 AM UTC
Your arms are a safe space that I wish I never had to leave from.
If I lay on you any closer, our bodies would dissolve causing us to become one.
Such innocent intimacy has caused my mind to wander to places I’ve been taught it shouldn’t.
I’ve grown tired of my imaginations so let’s explore each other.
This time I promise I won’t even think of saying no.
The only ones who will know of this sacred moment are you and I.
Hold me like always and plant your lips on mine.
I’d be under your spell immediately.
Oh, I just know that I will!
As our lips dance together, your hands would act out their own experiment.
But you’d know how thick my thighs are.
How soft my chest is.
And how excited you make me.
But there was another object that you were yet to unveil to me.
Chills run down my spine every time I think about it.
The feeling of it pushing inside of my moist caverns was too much:
At first.
But your husky voice in my ear whispering sweets calmed me down.
Is this what going out of space feels like?
With each movement from your hips, I felt like I was closer and closer to oblivion.
This moment….
These movements…
Are everything I shouldn’t be indulging in
But I needed your warm body on top of mine.
My imaginations were no good anymore.
I needed just one time to see if my fantasies were worth visualizing,
and I had no reason whatsoever to be disappointed by your actions.
5-9-2021
Mia J
© 2021 Mia J
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC
In forest hush and emerald shade,
where kōwhai sways in shadows laid,
the kererū hums with weighted grace,
a feathered priest in sacred space.
She wears the sky upon her breast—
her holy crest, a maker’s quest.
Her wings, like cloaks of green and blue,
stir veil-thin realms our eyes see through.
She feasts on berries, fruits of light,
that ripen sweet in day and night.
When she takes flight, the branches bend,
as trees bow low, her grace ascends.
Her whoosh, a wind that parts the veil,
a spiral song, a Spirit’s trail—
she speaks no word, yet all may know
her boundless tone from worlds below.
When she ascends, so plump and bright,
she joins the root to sacred height.
Earth feeds her frame, sky lifts her call—
she weaves the dance between them all.
O kererū, winged grace, you glide,
to stir our hearts where dreams abide.
A living psalm, a breath, a sign,
where earth and heaven’s stars align.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
Oh, wondrous night! When stars shine bright,
all at home hushed and quiet,
I climb the height of shadowed hill,
then pause in prayer to be still.
To the heavens I lift my longing gaze,
and watch the rays that light the sky,
the stars reflect His boundless love,
proclaiming grace from Heaven above.
I hear His whisper soft and near,
it stirs my soul so deep within,
my heart rejoices, God draws near,
His stillness calms my every fear.
He spoke—moon, stars, and sun arose,
all shaped by His glorious prose,
to praise Him, all creation roars,
my spirit sings, I know I’m yours.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC
To feel deeply in this world is to bleed slowly.
It is to walk through fire with bare feet
while others praise the virtue of numbness.
They say: Don’t love too much.
Don’t care too loudly.
Don’t be the one who stays when it’s easier to leave.
But I have never been able to touch halfway.
My love is ruinous.
I enter like a cathedral collapses—
all at once, with smoke and sacred noise.
I fall in love like it’s a calling,
like God Himself whispered their name into my ribs
and told me:
Here. This one. Burn for this one.
And I do.
Even when the world hands me a thousand reasons not to.
Even when it tells me connection is a game,
hearts are currency,
and tenderness is a flaw
to be corrected.
But I was not made for apathy.
I was not made for clever texts and ghosted evenings.
I was made for aching truth,
for eyes that don’t look away,
for conversations that scrape the soul clean.
I do not want half of anyone.
I want the whole,
even if it wounds me.
Because what is the point of living
if we are not willing to suffer
for something sacred?
They say:
You care too much.
As if it were a weakness.
As if they have not read the Psalms—
as if Christ did not sweat blood in the garden
out of love for a world
that would spit in His face.
There is glory in feeling it all.
Even when it rips you open.
Especially when it rips you open.
Let them scoff.
Let them sleepwalk through their half-lives.
I will keep loving like it matters.
Because it does.
And someone must remember.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 10:32 AM UTC
Your adorable footprints,
Etched on the earth's soft clay,
Whisper of joy in a delicate ballet.
Each step a hymn, each breath a prayer,
A song of hope woven through the air.
With every stride, the heavens rejoice,
The wind carries your sacred voice.
In the dance of light, where shadows depart,
You leave a trace upon every heart.
O’ blessed soul, whose path we trace,
In your footsteps, we find our grace.
For in your journey, we too shall know,
The joy of walking where love does flow.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
"Today I woke up like every morning,
the sea sounds angry at my window,
today I woke up longing to be loved.
But the wind only whispers emptiness,
and the waves embrace me with their cold.
Is love just a lost echo,
or a ship that has never sailed?"
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC
The heavens tremble, in love’s gentle glow,
As the heart’s forgotten space begins to grow.
No words are needed, nor brush to impart,
For love lives in the deepest part of the heart.
So drink of its essence, let it rise and soar,
In every breath, in every pore.
For when love is known, the soul finds its rest,
In its tender hold, we are truly blest.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 6:25 PM UTC
I walk through life,
sighing.
I am with you,
I sigh.
I eat and sigh.
Releasing energies,
held-back emotions,
frustration or longing.
Could it be that you valued me in every moment,
and in bed, you desired me?
Could it be that you listened to me,
without judging?
Could it be that you inspired me,
without challenging me?
Could it be that I was drawn to your being,
to your values?
Could it be that you respected
and loved my darkness?
Could it be that you gave me peace,
or could it be that I have fallen in love?
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
fear is an illusion that feels more real than life itself, at times. scores of artists have succumbed to the despair brought upon by the fear of overexposing themselves. you know them - the writers who won’t write - the painters who won’t paint - and the sculptors who won’t get their hands ***** maybe you’ve even met one or two. or know someone close to you who might be of a certain poignant disposition that’s impossible to ignore. if not, perhaps it’s time to have a closer look at the mirror.
it’s true that those who dare to traverse the forest of the unknown must encounter the beasts that lurk in the darkness. some are benign. some are malevolent. at first, you’re terrified of them all. but as you go farther and deeper into the forest, you soon realize that they’ve become some of your dearest friends, despite all the wounds you’ve inflicted upon each other during your skirmishes. you learn to tame them, feed them, and eventually, cage them. yet after all this, the question, or rather, the fear remains - can you ever bring them out into the real world? and more importantly, what would they do to your mind if you do?
a scary thought for many artists, indeed.
but perhaps these ‘beasts’ may not be as bloodthirsty for our spirits as we might think. perhaps, it’s about how we personify them in our minds. there’s a beautiful poem by charles bukowski called ‘bluebird’ that speaks exactly of this fear, and perhaps even offers an antidote. it immortalises the little bird in the writer’s heart, a rather benign beast, that sings every now and then, unafraid, and in spite of what its captor might think, or feel, or do. it reminds us that it’s okay to let the bird sing every now and then - because it will - and not let it die so finally. it implores us to not sacrifice it at the altar of perfection, but rather be gentle with its humble feathers.
something i believe we could all do with our own little bluebirds.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
She's not a poet
But I find something more than poetry in her lips
I found a poem full of bliss
That showered through her words
That I know I'm gonna miss
Words uttered through her mouth
Slayed my dizzy heart
Those words were the charm that made my heart warm.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC
Loving you
Is as much an imprisonment
As it is a freedom.
Imprisoned by the thread of deep knowing
And shared experience...
Held captive by a longing heart -
Stuck in the memories of yesterday.
The ache of love is heavy in my chest,
Squeezing at my ribcage
Like a straitjacket.
The more i struggle for freedom,
The further entangled
I become...
For loving you
Is my life sentence.
It is the cage in which i now willingly sit,
Accepting my fate.
As the monk who sits in his cave -
I have made peace with my decree...
To be held,
In this love...
Forever.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 7:02 PM UTC
Black smoke obscured my view
Unable to see
Invisible hands out of the blue,
Demanding I cease to be.
Like leaves in autumn dangle,
My memories on the verge of descent
Words spoken weave a web of tangle
Leaving only me to repent.
Trees rustle,calling me home
Black shadows followed, darker than coal.
Isolated I stood but never alone.
In remembrance of the faces that time stole.
Now you dwell inside the rhythm of my breaths,
As close to us as we are to ourselves,
Even though your days were brief,
Your spirit was live awake and complete.
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 3:23 AM UTC