“Whatever consumes your mind, controls your life.” Whatever we focus our minds on will eventually ‘be’ our lives. When we meditate
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets
“The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts. So think happy and positive.” We know this well.
I do not love you like I say I do, yet I smile and laugh along the way, because if the truth is revealed to you my heart would not last for another day.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
I wish to strip away all pretense Peel back the layers and Expose another reality Fingers jam-sticky and Slipping on sheaths of skin
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Hidden Insights “How have you been?” “I really wish I hadn’t left the house.” “The family is getting through all this chaos ok?”
By Sindy Leah Fitzabout a year ago in Poets
I remember the first time I was struck A swinging back hand colliding with my face My ten year old mind grew ten years older in a second
By Thadeus about a year ago in Poets
Have you ever experienced this — when you’ve tried everything just to fit in? There’s always that one friend in the group: the clown. The happy, jolly one who’s always making others laugh. But behind that humor, there’s often something deeper — maybe childhood trauma, abandonment, or just a quiet search for belonging. I’ve been that friend, and honestly, it hurts. Being “the clown” can make you feel small. People see your jokes but not your pain. They laugh at your words but never notice when you’re the one breaking inside. It makes you feel like your worth depends on how much you can entertain others.
By Nashieeabout a year ago in Poets
I always wear a mask Almost no one knows My real face rarely seen My real smile not shown Behind the mask I hide My feelings and my care
By Gen G.about a year ago in Poets
In our hallowed writing space, we gather, Weaving our words upon a distant page Words of import - or just senseless blather,
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
It's the same trap I recognize it I fell in on purpose For the journey Because I'm stubborn Just love trouble The excitement of another
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The day starts like any other, Every one the same. There’s no difference. Except the one I feel and the one I allow you to see.
By Simon Georgeabout a year ago in Poets
Don't wear this, Wear that instead, Don't hang with her, She's not your type, Don't cry, You're not a baby, You can't go out tonight,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
