Mental Health
A Mirror Moment
A Mirror Moment I don’t go to the mirror looking for anything. I’m just passing through the bathroom, moving slowly, heavily, the way people move underwater. But something pulls my gaze — not curiosity, not vanity, just a faint instinct, like checking a pulse.
By Elisa Wontorcik8 months ago in Poets
My Disappearance
Disappearance doesn’t happen all at once. It’s not a vanishing. It’s a thinning. A slow erosion of presence, a quiet fading at the edges of myself. The underwater mind pulls me down, the weight holds me there, and somewhere in the pressure and the dimness, I begin to lose definition.
By Elisa Wontorcik8 months ago in Poets
Any Questions
Maybe I never loved you, maybe I did, maybe I was caught up on how I lived. Maybe my dreams turned into fears, maybe you were the one to make it better, maybe I wanted this forever. Maybe I cared, maybe you didn’t, maybe I made promises before committing. Maybe it was you since 2008, maybe it was me, because I wanted to be great. Maybe I hurt you, because maybe you lied, maybe you destroyed me on the inside. Maybe I was bruised, maybe it was abuse, maybe my promiscuous ways made us fuel. Maybe it was mayhem, maybe it was childhood, maybe everything will never be all good. Maybe I needed to elevate, maybe it was God. Maybe it was all the time you spent with her, maybe it was marriage, maybe it was babies and carriages, maybe it was us sitting in the tree, maybe it was the chirping of my tweetle Lee Lee. Maybe it was love songs, maybe it was magic, maybe I should’ve waited for this tragedy. Maybe I’m embarrassed, maybe you’re ashamed, maybe love is just a runner’s game. Maybe I give, maybe you don’t, maybe I’ll care, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll come back, maybe I’ll pray, maybe there’s love in another way. Maybe your name means more than you think, maybe the time we spent doesnt change the way we seek. Maybe the heart’s were meant to break, maybe none of us are who we say. Maybe it’s over, maybe it’s just begun, maybe it’s because we were young. Maybe in time, maybe forever, all I know is that maybe isn’t never.
By Charelle Landers8 months ago in Poets
The Blue Velvet Candlelight Club
Written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli This story comes from my heart and soul. At of 28 I was majoring in Journalism and my at that time was to write human interests. I remember those times when I could feel at home in America. So, I wrote the Hollywood Nights in the 1970s. If you did not like the 70s so be it. Then it is my story from human experiences.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Poets
