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My Soul To Take
@mysoultotake87.bsky.social
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I love video games and horror. Mostly indie.
Occasionally I record these.
I also enjoy writing and drawing. Badly, but still...

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#prose #dark #sadness
Today of all days I feel a sadness… (As if this day were any different…) I can’t blame it on the years… (They pass as they should…) I can’t blame it on the cold… (It is only what it would be…) I am loved - and I love in return With all earth and soul… (As if we could love in any other way…) There is a Sun… and there is light… (Though neither is always the reason for my smile…) I feel no darkness… no pain… No longing… no sorrow… Just a sadness on this day That is no different from any other day… Miguel Vieira ‘25
November 8, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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My poetry book Nigredo: Letters in the Tide is finally published.
It’s a journey through sorrow, memory, and the shadows we all walk through.
If you’ve ever felt alone in the dark - I hope these words keep you company.

www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0G1GLQTW...

#poetry #book #Dark #amazon
My poetry book Nigredo: Letters in the Tide is finally published. It’s a journey through sorrow, memory, and the shadows we all walk through. If you’ve ever felt alone in the dark - I hope these words keep you company. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0G1GLQTWC/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&dib_tag=se&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.Acf5PCtY2SsmYf366WTcJQ.m1AvAoI5A-l3PHov-QfEjyhOPNFa2ZxmDUdHTI3tfUI&qid=1762588633&sr=8-1
November 8, 2025 at 8:12 AM
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#escrita #português #pensamentos
minha esperança tem os pés bem assentes na terra. Se não tiver, passa de esperança para loucura. E com pés assentes na terra, essa esperança não tem lugar, porque a verdade é que esta nada tem feito pelo ser humano, que muito espera, sem nada fazer. E é com essa mesma consciência que recuso qualquer tipo de dogmas ou religião. A esperança que podiam dar, realmente de nada me serve. De que me adianta esperar ou desejar que o mundo seja melhor. O meu querer e o meu desejar não são mais profundos do que os bolsos de quem me tira o meu querer e o meu desejar. Sendo assim, eu recuso-me a acreditar. Recuso-me querer e desejar por uma mão invisível ou messias que me salve. Não há nisto qualquer tipo de tristeza ou amargura. Não pode haver. Não há falta ou sequer um desejo que fosse diferente, porque ao desejar que o fosse, eu passaria a ter esperança, e essa…essa não a quero. Miguel Vieira ‘25
November 5, 2025 at 10:26 AM
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#writing #thoughts
My hope has its feet firmly planted on the ground. If it doesn’t, it ceases to be hope and becomes madness. And with its feet on the ground, that hope has no place, because the truth is that it has done nothing for humankind, which waits endlessly, yet acts so little. It is with this same awareness that I reject all forms of dogma or religion. The hope they might offer is of no use to me. What good is it to wait or wish for the world to be better? My will, my desire, are no deeper than the pockets of those who take away my will and my desire. Therefore, I refuse to believe. I refuse to hope for or desire deliverance from an invisible hand, a messiah. There is nothing sad or bitter in this. There can be nothing. There is no lack, no longing for anything different—because to long for it would be to hope, and that… that I do not want. Miguel Vieira ‘25
November 5, 2025 at 10:23 AM
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#poetry #writing #dark
Seems obscene to me Let me tell you without pretentious flair, that a child can know deeply, this thing called despair… Some will never have a name… (death will claim them younger and younger)... Some will never feel the flame of a belly full and without hunger… A cruel reminder that we failed… Don't feel blamed, It was not only today… We've been falling for so long We can no longer feel the wind in our face… Oh, but this hands, they destroy and build with equal grace… Don't feel ashamed.. Here, choose a god to pray to… Let it all be forgiven… Tomorrow we start anew… New clouds…new hungers and old death… Here, let me repeat, because apparently we are born deaf… Maybe there was never a bottom to this pit… Wouldn't that be divine? A lovely stop to all of it… Miguel Vieira ‘25
November 5, 2025 at 10:20 AM
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#poetry #dark
Today I opened a suitcase filled with memories. And it flowed through my eyes, (old enemies), Forgotten stories, Without answers and without whys. A life gone by, And the word that stayed with me. As I wandered, somewhat afraid, I found something deep within... A secret... So long kept hidden. Perhaps the only thing I forgot… What you told me When I needed you the most. When darkness engulfed my soul, (I was so lost…) Life slipped through my wrists like a river… What you told me… While you laughed so hard I couldn't believe it… The North cold Reached my gaze… And while while I lost hope, You came along And said to my face: "Not even for that, could you be strong. Weren't you just a waste of space…” Miguel Vieira
November 3, 2025 at 1:35 PM
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#poetry #writing
My gaze falls upon the temptation to scrutinize everything... I smile. Despite the gray day, my soul rejoices, for some secret I do not know. Some certainty that feels strange to me. I rejoice. Strange is my nature, as in resting, I feel complete, only in the rush to live. Moments. Into my mouth comes smell and tastes from other times. Of wet earth and rain that used to be fun. Those weekend mornings when it felt good to linger in bed, protected by the sheets, as if it were a world of its own. So many tastes and scents come to my mouth, and I remember. One in particular, kept in a box of pure gold. In these moments, I have certainties. The rush to live and walk calms down. Sitting on the train, I embrace the daily routine that I had missed, and my eyes meet yours. I know you can’t hear me, you never will. I know you don't know me, and you never will, but in this moment, for a brief twenty minutes, I love you. Not a love of mad, burning passion, but I love you for the stranger that you are, and for the worlds you carry within. I love you because at that precise moment, when my eyes met yours, you entered my world, and I entered yours, and amidst infinite possibilities, of tastes and scents, I know you are made. And my story is yours, and vice versa. And that’s why, I love you, and without knowing your name, I thank you for BEING and FOR BEING THERE. And the train continues on its path, because that's how life is. Miguel Vieira
October 29, 2025 at 6:40 PM
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#poetry #dark
Pain is only pain Because it remembers warmth… A kiss…a word…an embrace… I can only feel sorrow for what is truly missed… And the missed feeling none the less… As if telling us the true cost of life, Death, eternal, doesn't cry, it smiles… Not out of hate. Not out of spite, But as if saying in a gentle voice: “Enjoy…Feel… Be not afraid… I am the Beginning… but also the End…” And despite the sorrow… The pain… What more could we ask of it, If not a second chance, to do it all again? And smiling, A new mystery arises from its mouth; If you were allowed to turn back, How would you enjoy What you'll forever be without? Miguel Vieira ‘25
October 28, 2025 at 9:28 PM
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#poetry #dark
Sorrow and pain envelope my field of view… The sound of rain Are all that's left After you… And I shudder to think How much I could have said When brick by brick You built the road to death… My soul Once so full of youthful pride, Hasn't said a word And like a coward prefers to hide… Like the moon It can not longer face the Suns strength … And that; “I'll see you soon,” Will forever remain at arms length… When you left You have taken so much of me… And life is always in debt With how eternal can a departure be… Miguel Vieira ‘25
October 28, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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#poetry #dark
“Avert your eyes”, they say… Be truthful in your heart And pray… “Pay no attention to the noise outside.” And while my head lays low I feel no angel by my side… Maybe…just maybe if I can bow it lower, As they tell… Lower and lower, and also I sense no Hell… Silent as above so it is below… And what I was told was freedoms white dove Quickly turned into death's crow… “Avert your eyes”, they say… “Close your mind and He will come as He may.” In the darkness I relentlessly picked into the void… And what I saw Was nothing but A God…dead…forgotten…destroyed! Miguel Vieira ‘25
October 27, 2025 at 5:58 PM
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#poetry #dark
Crawling, my hands fall into my knees Oh, I've tried so hard not to see Is it true? What doesn't kill you makes you stronger? I run to you But each step becomes heavier and longer Is this how I must go To find the one I'll call my own? Is this how it must go, Lost in shadows I saw my soul Wandering through the night A moth to the flame Blinded by the light Dies in shame I've been shouting at you for so long Among the emptiness I call home I've been crying for you for so long Among the emptiness I call home I walk an endless route I speak, but every word is mute Is it true? Are my tears not enough for you? I've been so long among the dead All I can hear is screams in my head Miguel Vieira …
October 27, 2025 at 10:00 AM
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#poetry #dark
If I could Slip my hands into your throat And tell you No more. Enough should be enough. Enough of the misery and pain. Enough of the hunger And squeeze, over and over again. If I could, Just say something And be excused and forgiven… Feed you the same nothing And return the little you’ve given… The boat is about to sink victim of war and theft but the rats still come to pillage and eat what little is left How can you sleep safe and sound when all the lights are out how can you sleep safe and sound when so many fall to the ground Miguel Vieira
October 26, 2025 at 7:01 PM
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#poetry #dark
Dressed in black, A figure approaches the door… Holy lips, Preaching high and low, With cane and pain What does it know of love? What does it know? Tears falling Falling so deep They cannot be seen Hearts of stone, Oh Lord, they cannot bleed. There's no silence in here There's no joy in here Only the smell of rot and piss They pray And pray God cares not for this It has taken roots here In this place Of joy and happiness It has taken roots And became darkness Whispers and sorrow Carved into the walls Love doesn't walk here It crawls Ab hoste maligno defende me. In hora mortis meae voca me. Amen Miguel Vieira ‘25
October 26, 2025 at 6:43 PM
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#poetry #dark
In raised voices And such hollow words… A road built to hell In such beautiful stones… To beg for mercy And the sanctity Of gold… An obscenity made holy If I ever saw one… Sanctifica me, Oh, lord of not… And every bone here Made to rot… Rats and saints All share the same bed… And none the wiser To which God they truly beg… To have the sand Thrown into our eyes Like a balm… And to have it said it's the salvation Of the Psalm… Let it all fall into deaf ears… We are but dust for maggots… Today, tomorrow and through the years. Miguel Vieira '25
October 26, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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#poetry #dark
With all this time gone… I feel tired, old to the bone… No longer I crave For the wind to take me away… Alas, a feeling like the grave, Hollow and full in it's own way, That nothing really matters At the end of the road, As that one we cross Utterly alone… And this sorrow, Old friend of mine, Didn't age as well as wine… Strange conclusion That when tired we bare our heart, So little matters of what we once held dear… And from the moment life has its start, A wish, That the clock turns Differently, at least once… I feel tired and old… Every word a weight, To be over and done… To be left has: “I don't care”. And so it remains only what's true And absolutely fair. Miguel Vieira '25
October 26, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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#poetry #dark
It breaks my heart To see you go. It tears me apart As you know. But I've seen so many a farewell. So many a goodbye. I could fill up a well Would I just sit down and cry. I look at my hands Carved upon my face. I covered it so much, I barely have a trace Unscathed, untouched. So many "This is not the end". So many "See you later, my friend". I've heard it all. I stand, from tall to crawl. The waves brought your last letter To my shore… And I wait For so many more! Miguel Vieira
October 26, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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#poetry #dark #light
Though here The hopeless and the lost… Through here The ones that are tired the most… Through here The ones who cannot help but crawl… Through here The ones below the pit and the fall… Through here The ones blinded by the light… Through here Sons of a never-ending soul's night… Through here The steps fading in the distance… Through here The ones blindsided by existence… Through here The darkening of what is innocent and pure… Through here The one thing that has no cure… Through here and through me An end to all the pain and fright… Through here and through me A balm for Life! Miguel Vieira '25
October 26, 2025 at 2:48 PM
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June 23, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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June 23, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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June 23, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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A short essay on sadness by MV (MySoulToTake)

Please share it helps you or anyone you might know.
June 23, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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It came to my attention something very serious about @SunoMusic, which claims that music should be made accessible to all, while at the same time, using the same legal terms as most companies do. This is absolutely disgusting and one reason I'll never use it again. Read this.
It came to my attention something very serious about @SunoMusic, which claims that music should be made accessible to all, while at the same time, using the same legal terms as most companies do. This is absolutely disgusting and one reason I'll never use it again. Read this. Writers, Poets, Musicians — Read This Before Using Suno (or Any Free AI Tool): If you upload your lyrics or poems to Suno's free tier, you are giving them legal rights to use, modify, distribute, and even profit from your words — forever. Even if you wrote every word. Even if you want to publish those lyrics in a book or album later. Suno doesn’t claim copyright. But the license you agree to gives them near-total control over how your words can be used. You cannot demand compensation. You cannot revoke access. You cannot stop them from using it again elsewhere. That means: If they use your lyrics in a demo, ad, or feature — you have no legal claim. You cannot sell or license that content commercially unless you pay for a subscription. You must credit them if you use their output publicly. This isn’t theoretical. It’s in their Terms of Service. Most people just don’t read them. If your words matter to you, protect them. Don’t upload anything into free AI tools unless you’re okay giving it away forever.
April 29, 2025 at 9:20 AM
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#poetry #thoughts
Keep your smile … everything will be fine… Do you feel you want to cry? Doesn’t matter, repeat the first rhyme. Look left, not right, while slowly I pour the content of your pockets into mine. What did you say? You don't feel fine? Be strong, don't whine You can't sleep…Why? You feel sad? Here, have a pill, drink it up with some wine. Do you just need someone to care? Hold on, let me grab a chair. What were you saying? Stop pulling your hair… What do you mean lifes not fair? You feel like the world doesn't have enough air? Did I tell you about this wonderful cure for despair? It will cost only every ounce of happiness in your soul, but then again, you already said you don't need it anymore. Do you feel like something in the World is not right? Here, here, these are just illusions of your broken mind. Just repeat after me, and you'll have a wonderful time; Keep your smile… everything will be fine… Miguel Vieira 2025
April 27, 2025 at 10:21 AM
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#poetry #thoughts
As i walk through the valley, the shadow of death as long passed, no evil left to fear as it claimed everything at last No rod or staff As made it sway Sin by sin We claimed the Sun And purged the Oceans away In rumbles and in fear Our hearts shouted What we could not hear One shoe in hand and Trousers full of dirt and piss They came for us And we called it bliss I fear the approach Of sudden light As it always brings A dark darker than the night Messed, confused and without a sound to speak I fear the approach Of a new me It brings doubleplusungood Feelings I cannot keep It will come for me as it will for you By the time we can say no These feelings will not be something new What can I say that someone hasn't shouted already? An unperson and from here on out Called broken and unsteady Everything is fine Even if it is not This is blackwhite And crimethought MV 2025
April 26, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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Of all the things I've read... of all the movies I'd seen, nothing came close to the soul crushing reality of this...
To so completely destroy a human bring, to a point where having only two hands is a case to despair... And that day, God wasn't there!

#Maus
January 29, 2025 at 9:49 PM