Friendship
A Buggy (Get)
A lure, some call a bug zapper. Some, religious... spiritual... A humane trapper. No harmful chemicals, Seem safe... We? All but one left On the shelf, Insect! I see... Safe? Again No harmful chemicals With my friend. My friend, my friend, my friend Grabs it. Chemicals... A bug, bug zapper.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Things I Never Said
The Things I Never Said There’s so much I wanted to say that night, but I smiled instead. You looked tired, the kind of tired that goes beyond sleep a quiet kind of ache behind the eyes. And I thought, maybe today isn’t the day to add more weight. So I kept it light. Laughed at your stories, nodded at the pauses, filled the silences with “it’s okay”s and “I understand”s, when what I really wanted to say was: I miss the way we used to talk before everything felt like walking on glass. I think about that night more than I should. I replay it like a favorite song I’m trying to understand every glance, every breath, every almost-confession. And I wonder, if I had just said one honest thing, would we still be drifting like this now? You never knew how often I replayed our last goodbye. Not the words those were nothing new. “Take care.” “You too.” But the way you didn’t look back. The way I stood there after you left, pretending I wasn’t still hoping you’d change your mind. Some people think love is loud grand gestures, late-night calls, roses on a Tuesday just because. But the real kind? It’s quiet. It’s folding someone’s shirt the way they like. It’s remembering how they take their coffee even when they’re not around anymore. And regret? It’s even quieter. It shows up in small moments when you hear their favorite song in a café and pretend not to hear it, or when someone else says their name and your stomach twists in a way that only you notice. If I could write you one more letter, it would only say: I still care. I always did. I just didn’t know how to show it without sounding like I needed you to stay. I would tell you that I wasn’t mad just hurt, confused, caught between what I felt and what I feared. I thought if I said less, I’d lose less. But silence, it turns out, is its own kind of goodbye. There were so many nights I almost called. I had the number. I had the words. But I also had doubt, and pride, and a heart too scared of echo. I hope you’re well. I really do. Even if you’re happy in a life I’ll never be part of. Even if you’ve tucked me into a drawer labeled “past,” alongside old photos and forgotten promises. There’s no bitterness left just that soft ache you get when a dream wakes up before you do. And maybe that’s love too not the holding on, but the wishing well. Sometimes, late at night, when everything’s quiet except the hum of the fridge and the sound of my own heart remembering, I think about who we were before the world got so loud. And I think,
By Md.Imam Hassan Nurabout a year ago in Poets
A Spark in the Dark: How One Moment Changed My Life
The rain was relentless that night, hammering the roof of my beat-up sedan as I sat parked on the side of a nowhere road. My phone was dead, my savings were gone, and the rejection letter from yet another job sat crumpled in the passenger seat. At 29, I felt like life had already written me off. I was a college dropout, a dreamer who’d chased too many “what-ifs” and landed nowhere. The world felt heavy, like it was pressing down on my chest, and I wondered if this was what giving up felt like.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
My First Threesome
I am Amara and I am now thirty, but this happened when I was 27. At the time, I felt like my sex life with my boyfriend Jason had fallen into a routine. That all changed one evening when he came home with a spark in his eyes and an idea that nearly made me choke on my wine.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
After Six Years His Wife’s Darkest Secret Exposed
At a gathering in California, I met a man who shared a story that completely stunned me. With a few drinks giving him the courage to speak then he opened up about the unbelievable circumstances surrounding his marriage.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
Dating Her While She’s Still Screwing Him: A Survival Guide
That’s the question. It came from a 35-year-old guy who sounds like he’s been through enough ghostings, curveballs, and post-date gut rearrangements to start a memoir. Here’s his rant, distilled and caffeinated:
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
He Didn’t Know I Saw It — But Girls Notice These 7 Awkward Things (And We Actually Care)
Not the kind we write down (well… some of us might), but the mental list we all keep. It’s the “tiny things we notice about you” list. The things most guys think go under the radar? We see them. All of them. Some make us melt. Some make us laugh. Some make us send a screenshot to the group chat with “??? explain this” typed in panic. And yes — some are awkward. But awkward doesn’t mean bad. It just means human. So here are 7 awkward things girls definitely notice about guys… and what they might mean to us. 1. The “Trying Not to Look” Look You know that moment when you think we’re not watching — but you glance our way for 0.2 seconds too long? Yeah. We see that. We’re not mad about it. But the pretend-innocent face you make after? Iconic. You’re not slick, but it’s adorable. 2. The Weird Way You Text Some of you text like you’re being charged by the word. Others? Like you’re auditioning for a role in Shakespeare. We notice. We send screenshots. We ask our friends what “lol. yeah” really means when it comes 2 hours after “wyd?” Awkward? Maybe. But sometimes, the mystery is the fun. 3. That One Piece of Clothing You Love a Bit Too Much There’s always one hoodie. Or cap. Or those beat-up sneakers from 2012. You think it’s your “signature.” We think it’s a test of our patience. (But secretly, we’d miss it if you stopped wearing it.) 4. Your Haircut Timing Boys, why do you always get a haircut right after we say we like your hair long? It’s suspicious. We notice the fade. We notice the phase where it’s “growing back.” We say nothing — but we’re tracking every inch. 5. That Moment You Get Nervous (And Pretend You’re Not) Whether it’s fumbling for your wallet or acting overly confident when introducing us to your friends — the nervous energy? It radiates. We pick up on it. Sometimes it makes us nervous too. But more often, it makes us smile. Because it means you care. 6. How You Treat the Waiter Trust me. This matters. If you’re rude to the waiter, that mental list we were talking about? Yeah, it suddenly has a bold red X on it. Awkwardness is forgivable. Entitlement? Not so much. 7. Your Bathroom Mirror Selfies Yes. We found your old ones. No, we’re not judging. (Okay, maybe a little.) But there’s something oddly endearing about the awkward “gym pump” photo or the blurry mirror pic from 2018. It’s cringe — but it’s also real. And we love real. So… why do we notice all this? Because we’re paying attention. Because when we like someone, the awkward things become the beautiful things. The flaws become fingerprints. The weird becomes wonderful. You’re not supposed to be perfect. You’re supposed to be you. So next time you wonder if she saw you trip over that chair, or say “you too” when the waiter said “enjoy your meal”? Yes. She saw it. And she smiled anyway. Because if she’s noticing the awkward things… there’s a good chance she’s noticing you. ''If you find my story even a little helpful or enjoyable.Please don't forget to like and comment. Your support will inspire me to keep writing more." Thank you dear.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
