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Twin Flame, Soul Mate, Love

Have you ever came in contact with your twin flame?

Someone who mirrors you in ways that are unexplained.
You see yourself through them, understand them
And know they can’t be replaced.

Have you ever came in contact with your soulmate?

Souls that are familiar and conjoined at the hip.
Souls that cannot be separated through time nor space.
Souls that when they’re  in close contact will  vibrate. That feed off of one another and make each person whole again.

Have you ever known love?

Love that is far beyond sexual exchange. Love that sneaks up on you Mysteriously.
 Shaping and molding you to the person you’re supposed to be.
A love that’s unapologetic and comes with arms stretched naturally. A love
That’s magnetic pulling and tugging against every fiber in your being. A love
That has no logic, it cannot be explained. It can be felt through the
Skirts of your conscious, reached through the tunnel of your third eye and
Caught by a butterfly in your tummy.

The type of love that you can’t fall into or out of.


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Home

He felt like home. Like grandpa’s hugs and granny’s kisses. Like a  school bus ride home, and  evening sunsets. Like afternoon Lunch with your Best-friends. He felt like home. Arms with an instant ease of peace, chocolate lips And a grin so sweet. He felt like ice cream on a summers day. He felt like a sunshine ray , and a Shooting stars runaway. He felt like home He felt like  Twilight, New Moon, and Breaking Dawn. He was was as high as the sky  and as bright as Nebula. He felt like why have I never felt this way before? He felt like a shower after a long day at work, like back-rubs And bath bomb soap . He felt like India’s Aries “Brown skin…  I can’t tell where mines is and where yours begins”. He felt like hopes redeeming  and pains end. He felt like home. Of course felt is past tense. But it’s still memorizing to dream of who we used to be. The trauma that can Happen when direct and in-direct meet. Like I’m saying things I don’t mean Because you act a certai

Scars of the Empath

 Can someone tell me how to get rid of these soul ties? "I'm so tired of being alone, I'm so tired of on-my-own" Feeling all like Al Green. The exchange of many men's dark disreputable energy for my high hungered spirit. Trapped in a daze of, "This wasn't how it was supposed to be" Scars of the empath. A tattoo of twisted misogyny.  The scares of an empath unhealed. Clean cuts so deep that any narc can spot the subtle creases of weakness beneath the surface of the strongest composer. Asking questions like, "Why are  you such a loner? You must of been hurt real bad. "I wont do those things to you, I'm not the men from your past"  Tearing down the walls of security with gentle words and soft cradles in midnight therapy. All to gain the trust of the one you cant wait to see bleed. I bend and break trying to rationalize the way a narcissist think Because I know I gave all I had in me. I placed my heart in the hope of being the women of

No doggy Zone

Could you turn off the dog in you off for just a second? Fishing for fish but you are not able to see the real goddess before you! Baby a blessing 😜 How many of my nights ruined by arrogance 😭 Thinking honestly why cant you just cherish this...  Cherish the chatter the laughter the moments that are genuine 😁 the thought of some one lusting about what was between my legs, what was behind my back and what was placed on my chest. Dude really! You are a mess! There is more too me than sexiness. Could you just turn the dog in you off for just a second! I want a mutual attraction, An every week interaction(everyday gets boring too quick) I’m sorry I’m not looking for temporary satisfaction. If you would just turn down your testosterone a bit, and look at me with nothing but the eagerness to learn about me and my brain full of shit maybe we could make something worth the wild and be lit 😂😂