Chucking the little black nuggets onto the embers of the fire and soon they burst into flame
Outputting more heat to warm up the chilly cabin
And to think people called him a dinosaur when he burnt his favorite fuel
Look, he was just freeing his spiritual ancestors’ souls in exchange for warmth
How many souls could she steal before the moon reached full?
Each one a jewel in her crown as a master thief
It was why she found herself in this pub drinking a warm beer
So many people here she could work her trade upon
The only problem they all had already had their souls stolen by their job, sport, or vice
Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break
Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues
And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other
So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands
That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other
It was inspirational to view, to feel
Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?
They were always looking for a place to settle down in
Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey
It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch
But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter
Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…
Lifting her spirits, he began to laugh
It made him a medium of sorts
Finding the souls of her dead dreams
Elevating them to some kind of zombiehood
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People are always looking for an angle, an easy way in or out
Undermining their altruistic public face
So sick of false narratives that sell whitewashed souls
Hey maybe it’s time to shove back
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Perhaps it is the way words touch our souls
Or it could be the sensualness of their sounds
Either way, when paired down to their essence
The ability to inflict an emotion through abstract symbols
Reaches the primal part of our humanity
Yielding art and a sense of wonder
Losing sight as to what is important
Until nothing else matters
Satisfaction is a myth
Tearing souls to shreds
I watch my students pour their souls onto pieces of dead trees. Their sunken eyes are wide open trying to make sense of the words dancing and leaping in front of them. The students hope the blood red ink of my grading pen passes them by and doesn’t reanimate the dead paper pulp into a ghost that haunts their academic careers. The grades of tests past weigh down the students like the Dickens’ chains of sin Morley had to bear. What about the ghost of tests’ future? That grave remains open for now. The next test is in four weeks.
Wanted: Lost soul
Went missing twelve years ago. Last seen at Alfonzo’s, a small Italian restaurant on the south side of Detroit. A man there named Ronaldo with the most amazing blue eyes memorized me and convinced me that he was the one. I didn’t realize I had given him my soul until he took it with him as he left. While it has made life easier being soulless in the modern world, I wish now to have my soul back. I mean, I do live in Detroit. If you don’t have soul in Detroit…
Two weeks later
Reply: Lost Soul
I apologize for taking your soul, but I was left with little choice. Our souls have been searching for each other for centuries, and finding you there was a dream come true. The problem is that your current body was just not my type, so I took your soul and we have been happy for the past ten years. My problem is that the past two years have been difficult since I have met a new woman who does not love the idea of a threesome. Of course since I took your soul without asking, I didn’t think it was right to kick it to the curb. Give me your address and I will send your soul back to you.
Two weeks later
Reply: Lost Soul
I read your reply and it wouldn’t be fair to separate those souls again. Why don’t you send me both of the souls since you obviously would prefer to be soulless and in a physical relationship than be in the beautiful harmony of two souls finally finding each other after cascading through space and time looking for centuries. Send them to me here: XXXXXX
Two weeks later
Reply: Lost Soul
I hope you received the souls safely. I felt so free when I sent them to you, but now I regret my decision. My lady friend does not like the new soulless me and has left me for another old soul. Do you like your new arrangement, or would you like to send them back? I’m just curious.
Two months later
Reply: Lost Soul
Ever since I have not one soul, but two, I have not been the business woman I once was. As a matter of fact I am now almost homeless, but the love I feel makes it all worth while. While I will not give back the souls, would you have a room I can live in temporarily until I can get back on my feet?
Two days later
Reply: Lost Soul
Depends, what do you look like now days?
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