Soulwriting

The sky gave birth to the golden orchid of the sun in which love was born in a beautiful light of seven colors painting a garden of cloud kisses in a burning sigh of life.-J.Wool Do not steal or use my work without permission. You may share or reblog, but credit me for my work.

[soulwr1ter]

I carry you with me, inside me, and around me. You are in everything that surrounds me. You are found in the curve of my smile in silence, the loud beating of my heart that floods with the thirst to quench your soul’s hunger, and the soft spring of my blush that arises to kiss the morning dew of dreams that laze about from the merging of the light and dark where we love, sometimes wild, but always tender. You are the day that hugs me and the night that cradles me. You are the love of my sky, the steadiness of my earth, the butterfly song of my laughter and the magic of my life. You are my everything and always, my once in a lifetime that I will never give up on because I believe in you and me and I will always have faith in what we are. You are the beauty of profound sweetness in me that colors every single one of my rainbows that I paint out of the colors of the wind of your midnight breath.  No matter how much you change, in my eyes you will always remain the same because you are the love of my soul. In your eyes, love, I breathe to love, to die, to be reborn, and to fly. I dive deeper into you every single day, unafraid of losing myself because you make me feel safe in ways I never knew I needed. I can lower my guard and be vulnerable in your hands. For once, I don't have to be in charge, I can hand over the reins and count on you.You hold me together with your patience and I bless it with every beat of my existence because you were meant to deal with an unpredictable child like me. You get me and I have you. You are my forever.

-J.Wool, My Forever, Breaths of the Soul 

[ends-2-beginnings]

A prayer for the people in Venezuela.

It is heartbreaking to see how desperate survivors are while waiting at the edge of the rubble clinging on God, hope and rescuers.

[thecanvasofmadness]

En este mundo siempre habrá gente que no puede verte, porque te detesta sin razón, pero no puede evitar plagiarte o, peor aún, acosarte. Les arden las manos por querer tener lo que tienes, por eso son incapaces de dejarte de buscar, así les duelan los ojos de tanta luz que no pueden tolerar.

In this world, there will always be people who can’t stand you—who hate you for no reason—but can’t help but copy you or, worse yet, harass you. Their hands burn with the desire to have what you have, which is why they can’t stop looking for you, even if their eyes hurt from all the light they can’t bear.

[thecanvasofmadness]

Los verdaderos lectores llegan solos, no se buscan ni se compran. He ahí lo admirable de quienes saben hacer las cosas por decisión propia y amor al arte.

True readers come on their own; they aren't sought out or bought. That is what is so admirable about those who do things out of their own volition and a love of the art.

[thecanvasofmadness]

Escribir jamás se ha tratado de llamar la atención ni de hacer de las letras un medio para atraer masas. Eso se lo dejo a los que necesitan validarse por medio de los demás. El escritor real, el que ama escribir con todo su ser, escribe porque no tiene otra forma más noble ni más sincera de expresarse. No busca público para ensalzarse. Lo que desea en verdad es liberarse de las cadenas de su propio ego, así como de la monserga caótica que le ofrece su vanidad.

Writing has never been about seeking attention or using words as a means to attract the masses. I’ll leave that to those who need validation from others. The true writer—the one who loves writing with every fiber of their being—writes because there is no nobler or more sincere way to express themselves. He does not seek an audience to exalt himself. What he truly desires is to free himself from the chains of his own ego, as well as from the chaotic drivel offered by his vanity.

[thecanvasofmadness]

Ojalá mas escritores reales y menos amantes del plagio, del acoso y de la vanidad.

I wish there were more real writers and fewer people who love plagiarism, harassment, and vanity.

[soulwr1ter]

kiss me slowly

in a way that opens

the breath and stills

the beat of my heart

as if you were catching

it with your soul until

every last part of what

I am feels the light smile

between us like an embrace

of the love that can't stop

becoming to take what

we are the moment we

touch as if eternity itself is

laying claim to every

particle of existence

as we overflow

-J.Wool

[serolf-man]

Qué belleza encierra cada palabra. Siento que esta poesía atrapa la esencia misma del encuentro íntimo: la unión de las almas, el suspiro lento, la sensación de eternidad. Es como si el tiempo se detuviera en cada caricia, cada mirada. Gracias por compartir este bello tesoro de la palabra.

[soulwr1ter]

Gracias por leer! 💚🙏🕊

[esuemmanuel]

El peso de la sensibilidad

El exceso de pensamiento es tan nocivo como la carencia de sentimiento. La vida se juega en ese difícil equilibrio entre la claridad de la razón y la intensidad de la emoción, y rara vez ese punto medio resulta cómodo. La mente, con su afán de control, se extravía en laberintos de abstracción, intentando definir y clasificar experiencias que, por su naturaleza, son efímeras y cambiantes; el…

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[soulwr1ter]

kiss me slowly

in a way that opens

the breath and stills

the beat of my heart

as if you were catching

it with your soul until

every last part of what

I am feels the light smile

between us like an embrace

of the love that can't stop

becoming to take what

we are the moment we

touch as if eternity itself is

laying claim to every

particle of existence

as we overflow

-J.Wool

[followcb]

A kaleidoscope of prisms

Colors a twilight rainbow

Rich spectrums from sunset

Inspire hopes and dreams

Lift spirits into the sky

Spiraling eye to eye to eye

Dancing our daily dance steps

Traveling through darkness

To shine amid brilliant light

Fulfill life's eternal promise

Know the greatest possible life

Before we join the constellations

🌅 Chris Bartlett ☆ Follow the Light!

©️ @followcb ☆ July 6, 2026

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New Haven, CT USA 🇺🇸

[keatsonthebeach]

A Summer Night

why stars when you

jk

artist -Hasui Kawase

[soulwr1ter]

Send my soul a

million dandelions

and I will shine for

you where the sky

meets the stars to

become the moon that

always warms your

dreams even from a

distance, I will keep the

light smiling as long as

you dare to remember

to look up and find me

no matter how dark the

world that surrounds us

becomes for there is love

in knowing your heart

always hears mine

-J.Wool, A Million Dandelions

[euesworld]

"I love you makes such a soft sound when it falls from your lips, like galaxies of magic.."

You really put a spell on me - eUë

[soulwr1ter]

Just got a message saying that this lady is at it once again. Be aware that this lady is taking people's writing from here and posting it on X or Twitter to appear like a writer. She may be hiding under a quote page. She may be under the name Simona, magic soul, eternal love, or my endless love. She is also stealing personal pictures from here and instagram. Please make sure you block her immediately or report her. Keep your writing safe. Just be aware that she likes to take writing word for word.

[soulwr1ter]

To fall as

quiet as a

feather into a

star of a kiss

and hear the

moonlight

d

r

e

a

m

i

n

g

on the other

side of the

heartbeat of

the night until

a lullaby plays

between the

curving shadows

of a smile that

begins to taste

sweet as a blush

of the softening

dawn of a tiding

wish flying through

the dark while

taking the promise

of a surrendering cloud

-J.Wool, Promise of A Cloud

[soulwr1ter]

Soy algo que conoces. Algo bueno y malo. Divino y a veces, un poco monstruoso. Crudo y misterioso. Encontrado y errante. Conocido y desconocido. Soy algo y nada a la vez. A veces, demasiado de todo para ser algo. El silencio y el volumen ensordecedor. Angélico y un infierno andante cuando se enciende. Una tormenta entre calmas que se alargan. Puedo ser puro caos cuando despierto, pero también un conservador de paz inagotable. El florecimiento y el desprendimiento, así como el sol puro y la lluvia sin fin. Soy niña y mujer, alada y enraizada. Soy lo alto y lo bajo, la vida y la muerte de la suma total de mi renacimiento. Sano a las bestias que hay en mí, liberando a mis propios demonios para preservar a todos los ángeles que necesitan regar los cielos que quedan por salvar en esta Tierra. Soy los treinta que la vida no ha visto antes.

-J. Wool, Soy los Treinta

[soulwr1ter]

I am something you know. Something good and bad. Divine and a little at times, monstrous. Raw and yet mysterious. Found and yet wandering. Known and yet unknown. I am something and nothing at the same time. Too much of everything at times to be anything. The silence and the full volume. Angelic and a walking hellfire when ignited. A storm tucked in between lengthening calms. I can be pure chaos when awakened, but also an unending conservator of peace. The bloom and the shedding as well as the pure sunshine and limitless rain. I am child and woman, winged and grounded. I am the up and the down, the life and the death of the total sum of my rebirth. I heal the beasts in me, releasing my own demons to preserve all the angels that need to water whatever heavens are left to salvage on this Earth. I am the thirty that life has not seen before.

-J.Wool, I Am the Thirty

[soulwr1ter]

The sky blushed

when love said

our names because

heaven knew of

what it found when

it gave the clouds

enough breath to

touch our undressing

wings that only the

light could sing and

the earth went a

little darker in its

depths, just to give a

dream a moment to

walk with us that left

the heart of the stars

spinning the fullness

of a glow sweetening moon.

-J.Wool

📷 by Me