Soulfood Stories

I like to believe this can be healing... Like chicken noodle soup for the soul. Read intro for a little more :) *This used to be published on my old account @alexxa21, but that account is no longer being used and this story will now be published here, THANK YOU!

Just randomly writing what's in my dark and semi twisted soul to try and be a functioning person in society .These poems are written about experience feelings and situations that have happened in my life and how I perceive them and handle them but read if you want and thank you I would appreciate it

my late night thoughts. pen to paper. *does contain mature language*

Poems from my soul to soothe yours.

Different stories, different lives but same number.

Dated Poetry for the soul.

I have a large (unhealthy) collection of pictures of Jared, Jensen, Misha, Alex and a few other members of the Supernatural family that are eating away at the storage on my phone... so... I'll share them with y'all..

This is a book to women who are currently healing from a past relationship which affected them in ways they feel like no one might understand. This is book is to tell them that other people understand. I understand and I hope these words bring you some comfort and let you know that you're not alone.

More Love

Words have always been a magic. Throughout my life I have been a fan of words because for me these are the base as well as the intention towards all the practical implementation. So here is a compilation of poems which I will write revolving around different words aka magic.

All the things I wanted to say but were left unsaid

Compulsive, intrusive, and sometimes beautiful thoughts I've had in my first breaths after waking. Sometimes a few, sometimes a lot, the waking thoughts I've had over the months truly document my life.

Love and Gouda is a flashfiction written for Flash Fiction Month 2025 centering on the themes of Love, Loss, Grief, Acceptance, Healing... and may include a side of Earth Angels and a Trucker.

Thoughts that roamed freely and without boundaries, waiting to be read and understood. Read between the lines and decipher the messages I was trying to send. The words I dared not speak. The things I wished for, and my perspective of the world around me. Poetry of sorts. Enjoy.

Simply a series of personal poems to stretch my creativity. Will be updated whenever inspiration hits.

A collection of personal recipes that I have made for my family over the years.

Ang istoryang ito, ay nabasa ko lamang mula sa mga lumang libro na pinagsama sama sa iisang lagayan. Nagkataon na napukaw ng isang lumang magazine ang aking pansin at natuwa ako sa aking nabasa. Hindi maganda ang pabalat pero maganda ang nilalaman. Isa sa magandang kwento na nagbigay sa akin ng pag asa sa kabila ng mga suliranin na meron ngayon at napapanahon. sinulat ito sa wikang English at wala akong balak baguhin dahil gusto kong mabasa ito ng marami kung paano ko ito nabasa. Nagbigay ito sa akin ng isang paniniwala at pagtitiwala sa Panginoon , sa ating Lumikha. Nawa'y makatulong sa inyo ito lalo na sa mga may suliranin na dinadala. Salamat sa SOUL FOOD. Sa mga writer nito at higit sa lahat salamat sa BLUE COLLAR DECEMBER 2000-JANUARY 2001. " MINSAN, SA PAGOD NATIN SA PANG ARAW ARAW NATING PAGTATRABAHO, NAPAPASIMANGOT NA TAYO. PAALALA: ' Bawal sumimangot' sa trabaho ang kailangan natin ay ' faith lift.' Siguro, gutom lang ang kaluluwa natin. Dito sa SOUL FOOD mabubusog iyan."

Four walls, seemingly stable cracks running up and down their structure. I sit in silence and stare, dream, think. Four walls, seemingly stable slowly disarming me of my sanity.

Aching heart, brave soul, maybe a really good cheeseburger. Anything and everything can be described with words as well as hopefully touch the people who read the words. I have not written poetry in a while, so this is just a book to get my feelings out, and hopefully relate to some of my readers who have not had any of my writing lately.

Tucked away in the southern small town of Slidell , is an Oasis community called Lakeshore. From the luxury cars and bass booming when driven by, to the "I see you!" of acknowledgement. Big houses, big lakes, and a big community of people supporting each other . What could possibly be hidden beyond the smiling faces and community activities that seem to consistently unite? Truth of existence. Open the page and meet the residents of the most pristine utopia this far south.