Soul Writers
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@Journey2019
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The smell of እጣን, the cozy warmth of my ጋቢ the thundering rain outside, The room is gray and dark with heavy clouds overhead. A good fantasy book in my lap. Getting in and out of two worlds: one fighting a monster with a silver sword, the other lying in bed and taking all the coziness of my cat purring and the rain, and of the እጣን. Here is my wish.:- that you would be right next to me right now. Right at this moment. To laugh at your jokes, to kiss you and hug you and make love to you, to debate, to dance, to sing. To snuggle under your chest. To find my hands going in circles on your chest. To see you, see you smile, see you think, see you feel. To kiss you again and again. To be safe...
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Time ticks and slips and turns and suddenly--- wait. Look around. It’s already here. The exact thing you spent years praying away, the shadow at the edge of the woods--it didn't break down the door, it just moved in. Settled right into your bones. It’s staring at you at 3:00 AM. It’s breathing down your neck while you brush your teeth. It follows you into the daylight like a heavy, velvet coat you can’t take off. You want to run— (pull back, breath in, stop) run where? The world keeps spinning anyway. Tomorrow is already pressing its cold forehead against the glass, whispering get up, get up, we’ve got places to be. So fine. You turn around. You stare right into its hollow eyes. You o...
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ምንም አለመሆን ከምንም አለመቆራኛት ደስታም አለመሆን ከሀዘን አለመግጠም በባህር ላይ ብቻ እንደመንሳፈፍ በሰው አለም ተከቦ ጓደኛ ከዘመድ ተጠግቶ አውርቶ ስቆ ተጫውቶ ጥሩ ልጅ ተኩኖ ልባም ሴት ታታሪ ሠራተኛ ቀልድ አዋቂ ጓደኛ መካሪ ተስተማሪ ተስፈኛ አፍቃሪ ወዳች ደጋፊ አሳኪ አስተዋይ መርማሪ ትግስተኛ ይቅርባይ ምቀኛ ቅናታም ነገረኛ ጨካኝ ኩሩ ጉረኛ ጅል ሰነፍ ወረኛ ሁሉንም ለሁሉም መሆን ማድረግ . . . በመጨረሻም ከቀኑ ማምሻ ሁሉም ወደዋሻ ሁሉ ሲያንቀላፋ ሁሉ ወደህልሙ ጸጥ ረጭ ሲል ሌላው ከራሱ ሊሟገት ወይ ካጓጓው ከደስታው በደስታ ሊጠመቅ ሌላው በትዝታ ወይ በንዴት ሊሰምጥ ሁሉም ወደጓዳው ወራሱ አለም ሲገባ መቅረት ለብቻ የማንም ምንም ሳይሆኑ ከመኖር ወደአለመኖር ባዶ አየር ከምግባር ከስሜት ከስም አለመሆን ባዶ ሆና ምን የሌለበት ......... I hate and love this feeling @Journey2019
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Increasingly, I find that doing the things you want is just...kinda... anticlimatic. There are a few things that genuinely light my soul up, like building on my projects and novel things like meeting new people and going to new places. But am I damned to do damned if not? If I do these things regularly, then they get worn out, and each completed project was kinda anticlimactic (except for the most project) too. But I'm not discontent. I have inner peace. But this is just a new chapter is all; splashing in the ocean of void and existentialism. Utterer: @virtualmatter
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The world that burns in front of my unnaturally darkening face warms my frigid hands. Where does my silver lining lie? All I see is crumbs of peace wrapped in razor sharp bows, Not worth any of the deep cuts. I am a mime crying over the same life size box, Shuddering from the anticipation of muffled crescendos, Afraid of rushing into a room with a wall painted with pretty colors, But at least my hands keep their warmth. And I seek solace in all the wrong places, In molded euphorias. The palms I used to trace find me disdainful, And my deaf ears can no longer hear the psalms, But I can now juggle multiple thoughts with one hand free Do you smell silver? A sliver? I am with a heavy heart tha...
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…but before we could collide and annihilate, a razor as thin as a Planck length… You and I forcibly split right at the altar of the cosmic blade of the event horizon. I feel you even though one of us fell and one got flung, Your words from infinity away tickle my drums like songs unsung. We were but a moment, The tiniest. But what a moment we were! An infinitesimal fraction of a second, But the most unimaginably infinite beauty fitted with in. Unseen wonders that words would tar, That is what we are, Were, What we were. We were, Weren’t we? The prettiest instant? Even if you didn’t blink you still would have missed us. Colorful whispers from the very amygdala of the ever expanding unive...
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Annum. Have you found the tree that grows the fruit of love yet? Does it shade better than others from your past? Do you converse with its leaves? Are words tattooed on their greenness? Are they even green? I don’t care እሺ. Okay, maybe a little bit. ሳይበዛ በስሱ. Do you hear nebulae crack in the distance from where you’re at? Or is it that peaceful and quiet there? Have you found a way to stand still ወይስ are things still spinning around you? Have you found the tree of love yet? It’s fruit? Have your teeth found its flesh? ወይስ have you become meat for vicious wolves in your unrelenting pursuit? I don’t care እሺ. Okay, maybe a little bit. በጣም በትንሹ. -Katsujinken-
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The days feel so long, Stuck in a house where I don't belong. No job in my hands, no map for my mind, Searching for a future I can't seem to find.I live with my family, but pay a high cost, In the quiet of my bedroom, my spirit is lost. Their walls feel too heavy, their words feel too loud, My peace is the price for the rent I’m allowed.My mental health fades in the weight of their gaze, As I drift through the fog of these beautiful days. I don't want riches, or a grand golden door, I just want a space where I'm safe on the floor.But sometimes I leave, and the air becomes clear, As soon as I walk from the things I hold dear. A spark in my chest, a smile on my face, The moment I steps out of...
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ምንም አለመሆን ከምንም አለመቆራኛት ደስታም አለመሆን ከሀዘን አለመግጠም በባህር ላይ ብቻ እንደመንሳፈፍ በሰው አለም ተከቦ ጓደኛ ከዘመድ ተጠግቶ አውርቶ ስቆ ተጫውቶ ጥሩ ልጅ ተኩኖ ልባም ሴት ታታሪ ሠራተኛ ቀልድ አዋቂ ጓደኛ መካሪ ተስተማሪ ተስፈኛ አፍቃሪ ወዳች ደጋፊ አሳኪ አስተዋይ መርማሪ ትግስተኛ ይቅርባይ ምቀኛ ቅናታም ነገረኛ ጨካኝ ኩሩ ጉረኛ ጅል ሰነፍ ወረኛ ሁሉንም ለሁሉም መሆን ማድረግ . . . በመጨረሻም ከቀኑ ማምሻ ሁሉም ወደዋሻ ሁሉ ሲያንቀላፋ ሁሉ ወደህልሙ ጸጥ ረጭ ሲል ሌላው ከራሱ ሊሟገት ወይ ካጓጓው ከደስታው በደስታ ሊጠመቅ ሌላው በትዝታ ወይ በንዴት ሊሰምጥ ሁሉም ወደጓዳው ወራሱ አለም ሲገባ መቅረት ለብቻ የማንም ምንም ሳይሆኑ ከመኖር ወደአለመኖር ባዶ አየር ከምግባር ከስሜት ከስም አለመሆን ባዶ ሆና ምን የሌለበት ......... I hate and love this feeling @Journey2019
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Dear October, Have you ever felt like you’re consuming yourself entirely too fast? Like you were meant to last eons but ውስጥሽን አኝከሽ ከዛ ዋጥ? ያለማቆም, ያው until entropy forces you to stop. Until your bones are no longer bones, Until the essence of you is irretrievably lost. Until not even your name noticeably survives, Until memories of you get swallowed up as if you never existed in all those pretty lives. Not even in ashes, Not even in dust, Until you fall with such passion as if it was a must. Have you ever felt like you’re consuming yourself entirely too fast? That you chew and you gnaw as if it was written that you’d undoubtedly last. ቁርስ! እኝክ! ዋጥ! እግዚኦ! ቢንፈራገጡ እንኳን የማይወጡበት ማጥ. ይታይሽ ጭካኔ,...
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The days feel so long, Stuck in a house where I don't belong. No job in my hands, no map for my mind, Searching for a future I can't seem to find.I live with my family, but pay a high cost, In the quiet of my bedroom, my spirit is lost. Their walls feel too heavy, their words feel too loud, My peace is the price for the rent I’m allowed.My mental health fades in the weight of their gaze, As I drift through the fog of these beautiful days. I don't want riches, or a grand golden door, I just want a space where I'm safe on the floor.But sometimes I leave, and the air becomes clear, As soon as I walk from the things I hold dear. A spark in my chest, a smile on my face, The moment I steps out of...
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…but before we could collide and annihilate, a razor as thin as a Planck length… You and I forcibly split right at the altar of the cosmic blade of the event horizon. I feel you even though one of us fell and one got flung, Your words from infinity away tickle my drums like songs unsung. We were but a moment, The tiniest. But what a moment we were! An infinitesimal fraction of a second, But the most unimaginably infinite beauty fitted with in. Unseen wonders that words would tar, That is what we are, Were, What we were. We were, Weren’t we? The prettiest instant? Even if you didn’t blink you still would have missed us. Colorful whispers from the very amygdala of the ever expanding unive...
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Annum. Have you found the tree that grows the fruit of love yet? Does it shade better than others from your past? Do you converse with its leaves? Are words tattooed on their greenness? Are they even green? I don’t care እሺ. Okay, maybe a little bit. ሳይበዛ በስሱ. Do you hear nebulae crack in the distance from where you’re at? Or is it that peaceful and quiet there? Have you found a way to stand still ወይስ are things still spinning around you? Have you found the tree of love yet? It’s fruit? Have your teeth found its flesh? ወይስ have you become meat for vicious wolves in your unrelenting pursuit? I don’t care እሺ. Okay, maybe a little bit. በጣም በትንሹ. -Katsujinken-
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Increasingly, I find that doing the things you want is just...kinda... anticlimatic. There are a few things that genuinely light my soul up, like building on my projects and novel things like meeting new people and going to new places. But am I damned to do damned if not? If I do these things regularly, then they get worn out, and each completed project was kinda anticlimactic (except for the most project) too. But I'm not discontent. I have inner peace. But this is just a new chapter is all; splashing in the ocean of void and existentialism. Utterer: @virtualmatter
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My beloved I didn't know how to mourn you. When the grief hit, I hid somewhere so no one could see or hear me cry. I felt unworthy to mourn you so openly, so loudly, as the others did. You were their son, their brother, their friend. እኔስ? ምን ብዬ ልጩህ? ማን ብዬ ልጠራህ? Some thought I was your ex. If only I had the honour. "I'm his friend," I lied to others, knowing you were way more than that. But what then? I learned the importance of labels that day. In times of joy and despair, they give you honour and a place. And while you occupied so much of my heart, I had no name. I loved you quietly, from a distance. And so I mourned you quietly, from a distance. ወይኔ, የእኔ ውድ! የምወድህ! I will keep my g...
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The world that burns in front of my unnaturally darkening face warms my frigid hands. Where does my silver lining lie? All I see is crumbs of peace wrapped in razor sharp bows, Not worth any of the deep cuts. I am a mime crying over the same life size box, Shuddering from the anticipation of muffled crescendos, Afraid of rushing into a room with a wall painted with pretty colors, But at least my hands keep their warmth. And I seek solace in all the wrong places, In molded euphorias. The palms I used to trace find me disdainful, And my deaf ears can no longer hear the psalms, But I can now juggle multiple thoughts with one hand free Do you smell silver? A sliver? I am with a heavy heart tha...
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ስሙኝማ:- በጨዋታ ጨዋታ፣ በወሬ ወሬ፣ በሐሜት ሀሜት ሰዎች እያነሳን እንዲህ አደረጉ በዚህ ገቡ በዚህ ወጡ እንላለን እንሰማለን። ወሬው ትንሽ መጥፎ ነው የተባለው ሲመጣ እጃችንን በአፋችን ሸፍነን፣ ከንፈራችንን በትንሽ አጣመን ፣ ከደረቀው ምላሳችን ምራቅ አንጠፍጥፈን .... "ቱ! እንዴት ሰው ትንሽ አያፍርም?! ለምን እንደዚህ ያደርጋሉ፣ እንዴት እንደዚህ!!" "ይሄኮ ብልግና ነው" አቤት ከመሬት ውሃን እናራግፋለን፣ ለድክመታቸው የበትርን ፍርድ እናነሳለን። ሴቲቱን በድንጋይ ሊወጉሩ እንደመጡ፣ በራሳቸው ሀጥያት ፈርተው ሳይነኳት እንደተመለሱ እንኳ ገሸሽ አንልም። በሀጥያት የታጠብን አይመስለንማ። እራሴን ተመለከትኩ: ከወዳጄ እያወጋሁ " አይገርምም አስተማሪው ለውጤት ከተማሪ ገንዘብ ተቀበለ!!" ምኑ አዲስ ሆኖብኝ እንዳወራሁ አሁን ነው ጥያቄ ሚሆንብኝ " ባክሽ ይመቸው ..." "ማለት ምን ማለት ነው? እንዴት ይጠይቃል" ቀበጣጠርኩኝ ውስጤን የሆነ ነገር ሲያኝከኝ ይታወቀኛል። መፍረዴን፣ በሰውዬው ስህተት እኔ ልክ መሆኔን ለማሳየት ተፍጨረጨርኩኝ ቢብሰኝ "አንድን ነገር የማድረግ ስልጣን ያለው ሰው ለማድረጉ ክፍያ ከሚጠይቅ እንዲደረግለት የሚልገው ይጠይቅ" አለኩኝ 😭 አሁን ይሄ...
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Questions about Soul Writers
How many subscribers does Soul Writers have?
Soul Writers (@soulwriterspublished) has 1,207 subscribers as of November 14, 2026.
What is Soul Writers about?
It is listed in Books & Magazine, and posts mostly in English. The channel describes itself as: “This channel is created to publish talent in Addis Ababa. Anyone who wants to join our community or have their material featured here is our bot @SoulWritersBot”
Where does Soul Writers rank?
By subscribers it is #152 in Books & Magazine, #82 in 🇪🇹 Ethiopia, #8,336 among English channels, #10,354 worldwide.
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When does Soul Writers post?
Most often on Friday, around 06:00 UTC. It publishes about 3 posts a week.
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