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The Mirror Of Mockery
The Nature Of The Mirror Mockery has become the native language of the modern world. It fills screens, floods comment sections, and echoes through every arena where ideas are exchanged. What once required substance now survives through sarcasm. To ridicule is easier than to reason.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcastabout a year ago in Humans
The Logic of Faith: Why Reason Without God Collapses Under Its Own Weight
The Myth Of Neutral Logic Modern thinkers often claim that logic is neutral, belonging to no belief system and standing above faith. They insist that religion is emotional, while reason is empirical. But logic is not a freestanding structure. It rests on foundations, and those foundations must exist somewhere.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcastabout a year ago in Humans
The Silent Love of Middle Age
When people reach middle age, the biggest fear isn't loneliness, but falling for someone they shouldn't. At this point in life, it's not that no one pursues you or that no one is there for you; it's the moment someone truly connects that you know the danger has arrived. You find yourself unable to control your longing or suppress your emotions. Even when you understand it's destined not to work out, you still desperately want to get closer.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Humans
The Shift
Torn, hurting, and angry, I rebelled. I did some things I shouldn't have. I lashed out at people who didn't deserve it. I dropped friends in favor of those with looser values. Sometimes, I ignored schoolwork. I sought companionship with anyone willing, knowing it was wrong.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Humans
Shattered Hearts Beneath the Moon
Shattered Hearts Beneath the Moon”** Beneath the weeping sky I stand, alone upon the shore, The wind that hums through hollow bones reminds me what was before. Your voice, a whisper turned to ghost, drifts softly through the rain, And every droplet carries grief, and every breath — your name. The stars once danced for us, my love, in nights of silver flame, When laughter lived within our hands, and nothing felt the same. We built our dreams from fragile glass, from trust and trembling light, But glass will break, and dreams will fade, when morning kills the night. The tide that kissed our footprints once has swallowed every trace, The ocean keeps its secrets now, it hides your vanished face. I reach into the endless waves to find the warmth you gave, But love, like sand, escapes the hand no matter how we crave. You said, “Forever,” soft and sure, beneath the amber sky, But “forever” died the moment you learned how to say goodbye. And now the echo of your vow still haunts this haunted chest, Where hope and sorrow lie entwined, refusing to find rest. How cruel the heart that learns too late the cost of being true, For I had given all of mine, and all of it was you. Each beat now falls like shattered glass upon the floor of time, And every scar becomes a verse, and every tear — a rhyme. The moonlight spills on broken things and makes them shine anew, Yet even gold can’t heal the cracks the way your absence grew. I wander through these ruined halls where memories still gleam, They flicker like the dying flame of what we dared to dream. The letters that you never sent still burn inside my chest, The words you never dared to speak deny me of my rest. I read the silence that you left between each line we wrote, And feel it cut more sharply still than any blade or note. The world keeps spinning, cruel and cold, it never waits to mourn, It laughs above the graves of love and dances on the torn. But I, I linger in the dark, beneath the stars that wept, And count the promises you broke, the ones I should’ve kept. For broken hearts don’t bleed to death; they simply learn to hide, They paint on smiles, they walk through crowds, with emptiness inside. They speak in gentle, measured tones as though they’ve found their peace, But deep within, the storm remains — it never finds release. I’ve watched the seasons change their coats; I’ve seen the rivers dry, Yet still your shadow clings to me, it will not say goodbye. I’ve begged the dawn to take you back, to trade the sun for night, But even light won’t heal a wound that never saw the light. So here I carve your memory upon the trembling sea, Let every wave that breaks tonight remind the world of me. For I have loved with all my heart and lost with all my soul, And though I walk with shattered parts, I still remain — not whole. And if, one day, you pass this shore where lonely spirits weep, You’ll hear my heart beneath the foam, still singing from the deep. It hums a song of fractured love, of promises undone, Of lovers lost to time’s cruel hand, and hearts that beat for none. Yet though I die a thousand deaths within this quiet pain, I’d live them all, and love you still, and break my heart again. For what is life without the ache that makes us who we are? A sky without its falling stars, a night without its scar. So let the heavens mourn with me, let every echo cry, For even broken hearts can dream — though dreams are born to die. And in the ruin of what we were, where silence claims its part, There grows the fragile, painful truth — the beauty of a shattered heart.
By America today about a year ago in Humans
Mina Naz: The Price of Love and Honor
hey say love is the most powerful emotion— It can build empires or destroy families. Mina Naz was once the heart of her home, a girl adored by everyone. But when her love crossed the boundaries of family honor, her world turned upside down.
By shahkar jalalabout a year ago in Humans
The Warden in Your Skull. AI-Generated.
The first time Alex heard the voice, he was eight years old, crying after skidding his bike into a mailbox. It wasn't his mother's voice that echoed in his mind. It was colder, sharper. You idiot. Look what you did. Everyone is watching you cry.
By The 9x Fawdiabout a year ago in Humans
When I Finally Stopped Controlling Everything, My Life Began
For years, I believed control was the key to safety. I mapped out every day, every decision, and every interaction, thinking that if I planned perfectly, nothing could go wrong. But one night, everything I thought I had under control began to unravel. Plans failed. Relationships shifted. Opportunities I thought were secure disappeared. And in that chaos, I realized I wasn’t living at all — I was surviving under the illusion of control.
By Precious Shoga ~ E.P.Gabout a year ago in Humans
6 Steps to Manage Your Anger
How are you doing today? I mean, really…. How are you doing? I got really angry last week with a colleague who offended me about my work. I rarely get angry, but her insulting words just made me see red. I had to leave the teacher’s lounge and try to walk it off before the end of recess.
By Elizabeth Woodsabout a year ago in Humans
The Quiet Fight in My Head: Choosing What’s Right Over What I Wan
There’s a moment every day when I feel my brain turning against me. It’s quiet at first, almost imperceptible—a whisper of desire, a craving, a temptation that seems harmless. Maybe it’s the sugary snack calling my name from the kitchen, the impulse to scroll endlessly on social media, or even procrastinating on something important because “I deserve a break.” My brain is clever. It finds every excuse, every justification, every tiny loophole to convince me that what I want is exactly what I need.
By Nangyal khanabout a year ago in Humans
Magic and Tagging
Last week I was at the mall trying without success to find a new pair of running shoes I liked for under $100. I got hungry and hit the food court to get some food. As usual, me being me, some of it landed on my necktie so I went to the loo to rinse it off and for some reason noticed the graffiti on a toilet seat. People tag buildings, railways, and billboards with graffiti to mark their territory, express themselves, and boast about achievements, but a toilet? What was this person thinking?
By Samuel Wrightabout a year ago in Humans
