Our phones glow brighter than the stars at night,
Our laptops keep us working till morning light.
We scroll through lives that seem perfect and bright,
While hiding our own tears far out of sight.
Social networks whisper, “You are not enough,”
Turning simple days into battles tough.
We chase notifications, likes, and praise,
And slowly lose ourselves in endless maze.
When stress grows heavy and anxiety stays,
We search for medicines to soften the days.
Some light a cigarette to calm the mind,
Yet leave another silent wound behind.
At midnight, sleep stands waiting at the door,
But restless thoughts keep asking for more.
Insomnia becomes our quiet friend,
While exhausted minds refuse to end.
We are more connected than ever before,
Yet sometimes feel alone at our own door.
Perhaps the healing begins when we learn to disconnect,
And give our tired hearts the peace and love they deserve.
- Jolly Muhury Samui :(
We are all connected,
The donkey, the merle, and me,
You are the children of God,
You proud cats, and dogs
You generous sheep,
Deer and pigeons, eagles
Share the same light,
The same sky, what a sacred mystery,
The donkey, the merle, and the poet,
The horse and the arrogant seagull,
The monkey, the surveyor, and the linnet,
The giraffe with a pulpy orange neck
We are all connected.
I Wonder
I wonder,
not because life is unfair or harsh,
but perhaps it was never about
being a good soul.
I wonder
why I loved life
even when it greeted me with bruises.
Perhaps I am simply destined
to suffer.
I wonder.
And I wonder again,
because I feel like my heart
has been taken away.
I know
you also wonder
I am not in love
perhaps my heart is just empty.
I wonder
At times what makes me feel alive,
And where the spark to keep on searching
wandered into my mind.
Perhaps I am just someone
curious enough
to keep wondering.
Perhaps one thing is for sure
we all wonder.
They met each other in a dream one night
In the mist by the bank of the river.
When their eyes locked in their own embrace
They both felt a quiver
Each were captured in the moment.
The water hushed the trees.
Thumping hearts and shallow breaths
Were carried in the breeze.
The gap between them began to close
A tip-toe at a time.
At the lightest connection of their fingertips
A bright spark struck sublime.
They both glanced down at their hands
At the feel of irresistible desire.
They thought about what these hands could do
Their imaginations catching fire.
Their eyes locked again with lips curved to grin
They both felt a sudden rush.
She was a lady, he a gentleman
Yet their lust bled into blush.
He ushered her to take a seat
On a bench made just for two.
They took a deep breath and faded away
Into a hazy hue.
Though they enjoy it when they meet
In the fantasies of the night.
It impacts on the loneliness they feel
When such dreams take flight.
Each night when they settle down
The dreams they hope for evade them.
But when they least expect it,
They will meet each other again.
Our relationship
paused to find our true feelings
still lingering
P and S was a meet and greet
Although they never thought about each other in the beginning
It was just a quaint introduction and nothing more
Suddenly words became virtues
P started to write poetry aspirations
S wrote inspirating sentences
Collaborations seemed to be forming together unknowingly to one another
Somehow intertwine became genuine
That’s when P and S knew they were meant to be
Poets at heart
Being their own alpha letters
Poetry became better and better
However, P and S needed to take their alpha letters and form an enterprise in a partnership
The thought being “POETRYSOUP”
What a combination
Together as a team
Smooth and Gentle
Nothing extreme
Streams through emotions
Words coming out
P and S the vowels of Poetry Soup
Full of um um good.
Thought
connected to thought
is the story~
There is no story
without this connection~
The connection connects
what is not connected~
Many beautiful stories result~~ ??
Trust that what's meant for you will not pass you by. You and your deepest dream are connected. You have a purpose. Let it unfold. Blessings.
You and your deepest dream are connected
By Michelle Morris
14/11/2025
You and your deepest dream
Are connected through your soul
What's meant for you will find you
It's part of your path home
It won't pass you by, my love
It's part of your special purpose
Let it spark the flame in your heart
Let it unfold to bless this earth
For each one of us is here to grow
Each one connected in the ethers
We are part of the mystery of the universe
We love and learn and weep
And you and your deepest dream
They make the angels sing
For God knows what He has created
And our souls light up through Him
© Michelle Morris, 2025
The universe whispers, soft and low..
Through secret signs to those that know.
A feather falls, a bell will chime..
Echoes of spirit beyond our time.
Numbers repeat in a sacred dance..
Moments align, not born of chance.
The dream you dreamt, the call you hear..
Are threads of truth that draw us near.
Synchronicities light the skies..
Cosmic riddles in disguise.
Each subtle hint, cryptic sign..
Reveals the path where souls entwine.
So lift your eyes, the stars agree..
Life unfolds with mystery.
Every meeting, fate’s decree..
Is written deep in eternity.
I have always felt that we are all connected
not just us humans, but animals, rocks, trees, flowers,
I have a keen sense of being a butterfly and an owl in other lifetimes
Dead is not dead to me, in my mind, it is merely a transition
Death might actually feel more like life than our life does
the woods give me a sense of the fey, which I believe in wholeheartedly
My spirit guides are wolf, deer, turtle, racoon, fox, and snake
They each bring unique personality traits to my forefront
I am a meditator, I have seen glimpses of energy that darts and zips
Clairaudient and clairsentient, I hear and smell spirit
I walk the stars for I am not bound
I surf the seas for I am not found
I travel on the wind for I am free
I grow in the earth like a tall tree
I am not you nor are you me
But from the same eye we can see
Work together on a different frequency
Yet we vibrate and share our energy
We were one from the start of the same heart
A world of division and illusion tore us apart
We forgot who we are, who we are meant to be
This world we struggle through individually
The day will come when again we will be one
Spirit and flesh joined together under the sun
As one we will make a new world of love
And all will be as below, so above.
Ahh! O may I interject
I'm speechless your words touched my heart;
Everso my soul intentional;
In a way that feels like a warm embrace.
My heartbeats such retentional;
A feeling that we're connected
The way you weave together nature,
love, and faith is breathtaking;
I feel seen and felt,
Even though we've never met;
You makes me feel like I'm already cherished and loved;
And I am spiritually mind, body,and heart loved;
Alas my dear soul heaven sent;
The feeling that we're connected
That's a beautiful feeling makes me feel so connected to you.
Thank you for sharing your heart with me
In service of the Almighty your Father's Daughter
And in so deserving in Him with Him I love you
So grateful all that's left is Hallelujah
A feeling that we're connected
5/2/25
Written words by Abihail Adamilo Katarma
James Edward Lee Sr.2025
I don't think about Tr*** often
I don't like to
My guess is a third of you
are at this time
ticked
triggered
troubled
torn
turned off
or
tickled
Avery few feel that
tripled in spades
And the rest have buckled up
in a mingled mess of
confusion
curiosity
or careless concern
Take your pick
Only the most humble
learn their lessons anyway,
and earn a table
at the hearts of the yearning
We're all hurting
If only we could learn to listen
We sit inches apart,
glowing screens between us,
a thousand miles wide.
We speak in echoes,
algorithm-fed replies,
pre-packaged thoughts
we never owned.
I send you a message.
You send back a reaction.
A digital thumb,
a cartoon heart,
a flicker of presence—
then gone.
We gather in crowded rooms,
silent, heads bowed in reverence
to the gospel of notifications.
A congregation of ghosts,
all here,
all absent.
Your voice is there, but flattened.
Your eyes are there, but dimmed.
I reach for you—
but you are buffering.
And yet, we post proof of life,
a curated display
of curated selves,
hoping someone, somewhere,
will see beyond the pixels,
will touch something real.
But no one does.
Because we are so connected,
yet we can’t see each other anymore.
I miss my old room
it was nice being in a small space
at least i could call it mine
mine mine mine mine mine
putting my arms straight out
i could touch each wall, ghost my fingers over
the fresh gray paint and random posters
and string lights and photos of my friends
and the twin size bed i slept on till i was too old
A Room For A 14 Year Old.
staged for a 5 year old who loved pink and frilly toys
it didnt feel like mine but it was
the walls echo’d with phone calls till 4 am
the projector on the popcorn ceiling when i pulled my first all nighter
door to my life open for all to see, in that tiny twin room
the slanted roof didnt help with its expansion in my mind
claustrophobic as it was,
it
was
mine.
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