Mental Health
Freedom Is an Illusion
I travel through the barren land of my mind, displaced and alone. A heart brimming with curiosity was stripped of its radiance, a world once vibrant with beauty now tarnished and gray. A heart heavy with expectation, my head hanging in my hands, running my fingers through the cracks. I saw a spark of hope as if a searchlight in the darkness. A way out, a way to escape the horrors I’ve ever seen or had. A pilgrimage in search of that which is lovely, to rekindle the fire. I pack my bags and prepare for the journey of discovery. A long, winding road led me to where this energy is abundant. I’ve come to the place where the light prevails and the soul heals, where the heart adores. I find my way to a tiny town full of magic and joie de vivre. A place where whispers of the past enquire and secrets speak in the dark. I unpack my bags and allow the magic to wash away with the tide. My heart mends, and my spirit rises from the depredation. I think about the lighthouses lining the coast. The view of the ocean was too great for me to ignore. The adventure of getting in my car and driving was overpowering. Finally, forgetting about my torment and worries was exhilarating. I depart early in the morning, pulling on my jacket with a grin. I speed down the freeway, the wind blowing in my hair, the sunshine on my shoulder. The lighthouses loom like giants on the sea, brightening up the coastline.
By Owen Belen2 years ago in Poets
How to Live a Refined Life: Tips for Women
The Key to a Refined Life Many women wonder why some women lead exquisite lives, exude glamour, and attend romantic events while others have messy lives. In reality, the quality of one’s life largely depends on their choices and the way they manage it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Shaping Your Destiny: The Power of Thoughts and Actions
Fate, according to some, is unchangeable. But there are beliefs that suggest we can shape our destiny through our thoughts and actions. Buddhism, for instance, teaches that we control our destiny, not external forces.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
Obsidian Is Alive
I live in a realm of darkness and curiosity, where the very ground conceals secrets and riddles, the answers to which are well beyond my reach. The cavern beneath Mount Etna is a maze of contorted rock and hidden riches, where daylight never shines, and the shadows of torches and the ghostly phosphorescence of cinnabar are the only illumination sources. I am fascinated by the cavern's beauty: the stalagmites, vast columns of rock that ascend from the ground like titans and are studded with gleaming adornments and stones, capturing sunlight and creating a treasure-trove of wealth and fascination. One stalagmite, however, stands out: a gigantic monolith of completely unreflective obsidian that glows blackly, swallowing light and color. I am drawn to it by a magnetic-like force; though Clement tells me it will boil to the touch, I am not frightened. Indeed, when I put my palm upon it, I am startled by the device's warmth; it is red-hot, pulsating with unseen living energy. Clement explains it is a conductor, a turning device that draws and converts all force it contacts.
By Owen Belen2 years ago in Poets
Psychomachia. Top Story - May 2024.
"Fragile. Handle With Care." You dropped my heart Cognizant it was made of glass I watched it descend in slow motion A careless mishap ? A sabotage , mayhap ? You put the blame on the wind And thrived in that chasmic cosy chaos ~~~~~ I wish I knew then, what I know now I failed to notice that a neon sign Above my head blinked " disposable " It overshadowed my warning label ~~~~~ If I weren't so myopic If I was just a tad psychic If I had followed the maps of my gut If I knew where your trail of paint would lead to I'd have stopped you long before ~~~~~ You were aphasic in dialect Nothing more than an empty envelope Or a cassette with its tape pulled out You felt so macho , like a champ But you're a psycho and a chimp ~~~~~ I'm feeling so conflicted Should I beg you not to leave? Or leave it to the cosmic energies? You don't believe in karma but you will When it shoves strawberries up your ass Watching you erode would be my bliss
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
