fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
Love, Hurt, and Self-Worth
For you, love and hurt are intertwined. You constantly crave affection, only to be scarred in return. So, you learn to remain silent, no longer expressing yourself, and no longer listening to your inner voice. You gradually lose touch with your emotions—both afraid of intimacy and yearning for an embrace. You become distant, wavering between approaching and retreating.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Unwanted thus seeking
How devastating it must be for children to feel deeply, to sense emotions they cannot yet describe, and to wonder why they feel the way they do. As a child, I often wished I could give a name to that persistent feeling of doubt, the quiet fear of not being wanted. This poem comes from a place of reflection on childhood, longing, and the weight of unanswered questions. It’s an intimate exploration of how early experiences shaped my sense of self and how I now gather fragments of my identity to reclaim wholeness. Writing it was a way to honor that journey and the resilience it takes to start rebuilding from what was scattered. I wrote it for the ones who grew up feeling unwanted, yet still found the strength to rebuild. Questions To You In childhood dreams I was much desired, formed in lovers’ hearts, hoped for, wanted… I pictured laughter, envisioned a bright future, a home built on peace and nurture. But with reality new questions unfolded. Was I a happening meant — the seal that kept your love intact? Or perhaps the burden I felt I resembled? When you held me for the first time, did your heart meet mine? Did you see me at all? Did any reflection of me fill you with awe? Did you hold my name with love, or merely follow custom? Did you lovingly pick one to release, one fitting me like a glove? Did my birthday mean a sacred gift, bring you joy, or pass unnoticed? Was it just another number on a calendar you forgot? I asked, because silence grew heavy, because shadows stretched longer. I asked because my heart grew weary under questions that would not leave. Questions unanswered made my mind go astray. Yet still I am here, asking no more — rebuilding all that you scattered. And in this making, I make myself whole, complete… content… “Did they ever really see you? Childhood teaches us many things : sometimes love, sometimes neglect, but most certainly it teaches us to question. Seeking answers to questions lost in infancy is not a lack of maturity or a childish trait of your personality but signs of a mind troubled by rejection. Some questions are not asked for answers, they’re asked to release the weight they’ve carried. I spent years wondering if I was loved, or merely convenient. When other children played, danced and laughed, I sat in corners wondering what's wrong with me. This was neither written as a plea for reassurance, nor to reopen wounds, but to close them on my own terms. I may never know what I was to “them”. But I know who I am now: chosen, not by circumstance, but by self. And that is enough. Today it echoes my fervent declaration: I no longer wait for validation. I became my own. Now I am proclaiming, “ Nobody puts me in a corner anymore.” ZealCanvas
By Zelia's Canvasabout a year ago in Poets
Shopping is like Hunting
I don't know if it was Rabbit Season or Duck Season or Deer Season, but I hunted for about five years for three specific things: A Job, a Shoppe Space, and/or a home. My bipolar attitude of "find your own joy" had me hunting in every town I could get to from Florida to Georgia to Alabama to the Carolinas to Virginia even all the way to New Jersey. The mind is a terrible thing to waste, and when fear and pride are an individual's leaders, time and money get wasted on fruitless searches like a machine gun spraying bullet ammo aimlessly. I may have lost my tank and machine gun, but from those five years of hunting, I think I got two out of three. No job, but home is good and the shoppe space online is sufficient. I'll not buy another tank or machine gun for Duck Season, Rabbit Season or Deer Season. I've decided to give those up like vegetarians and Hindus give up Cow. I still have credit cards and some cash to go shopping with and the internet is still showing me lots of great "targets" of acquisition, so I'll just shoot for cans when I can.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
Journey to Happiness: Encounters and Departures
Not all companionship is a result of love; sometimes, it's simply a way to combat loneliness. Similarly, not all departures are malicious. People who leave also desire and pursue their own happiness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
