Hello! I am Tassandra Barnaby, a poet, storyteller, and the soul of this sanctuary, where words become more than art, creating authentic connections. The-Written-Soul is a place to pause, reflect, and reconnect with yourself through poetry, prose, and sincere introspection.
Each piece here, be it a poem, story, or quote, is written from pure emotion and life experience. If you are here to read, to create, or to relish in the beauty of quiet and expression, know that you are welcome.
Engage in heartfelt dialogue with a community that values depth, creativity, and truth. Whether you're responding to poetry prompts, sharing your reflections, or simply seeking soulful connection.
This is your space to belong, express, and grow with like-minded spirits.
Just like the emotional effect of dawn, every single line possesses a part of the heart. Here, poetry is neither written alone nor sustained; it breathes and lingers, so it becomes part of. Let this little collection invite you.
You are the sunrise painting my skies,
the melody that lifts me to sing.
You are with me now, be it winter's chill or
summer's embrace. Everywhere springs your love.
When shadows stretch and sorrow clings,
golden rays pierce the veil of darkness.
No storm can dim the joy you impart.
When I'm in love, it feels like I can soar,
It's like a sweet tune that I can't get enough of.
Your eyes shine like a gentle sun,
Making me feel safe, no matter what comes.
Your touch is warm and melts away
The sadness that I used to feel.
With you, my heart feels full and alive.
Oh, love is where I genuinely feel happy!
I am here, adrift in thoughts of you,
gently meandering down the winding lanes of memory.
In each moment, a whisper of us lingers, soft and sweet,
like the last light of dusk.
I am here, patient as stars awaiting night,
ready for the day your heart unfurls to love me.
I am here, where beauty converges,
soul meets soul, and time holds its breath.
You'll find me in the hush of a cool breeze,
in the shimmer of starlight dancing in your eyes.
I am here, forever wrapped in the warmth of your love,
glowing quietly, a flame that never wanes.
I write from the heart, where whispers become words, and words become soul.
Quietest in your upset heart,she corrects all your errors.Though they are old, my hands are strong.Keeping hold of the items you tossed.Tums leave rather frequently,fast hilarity only here that is fleeting,but she's always there, like a lighthouse.She helps you with any problems you cause.
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