There are no unexpected encounters in life—only arrangements we haven’t yet understood. Every encounter holds profound meaning; no one enters your life by chance.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 days ago in Poets
“I HATE YOU!” The words repeating in my mind. Hating myself for every missed opportunity. Envious of others who act with the confidence I believe I could never have.
By Andre The First5 days ago in Poets
Begin with the body, because feelings arrive there first. Sit where your feet can remember the floor. Name five ordinary things that are not trying to hurt you:
By Teena Quinn 5 days ago in Poets
Don't breathe, Don't say a word. Go subtly numb, Don't ever be heard. They'll forget your voice, If you never use it.
By Alyssa Musso5 days ago in Poets
Solitude for the sake of solitude can be rewarding, if your mental migration returns you to the source of your hurting.
By Kale Sinclair5 days ago in Poets
My body remembers before my mind does the way my shoulders climb When a door shuts too hard, The way my stomach goes quiet
By Milan Milic5 days ago in Poets
It is time for the transformation. It is not goodbye, rather a new beginning. There could be a small rally. That is a normal happening, a short delay.
By Andrea Corwin 5 days ago in Poets
Live lots of life, sprinkling lessons in a jar. Let them simmer for decades. They’ll reach new heights of umami. After 50 years, dispense your wisdom at will.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry5 days ago in Poets
Prayers for safety, prayers for peace,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast5 days ago in Poets
Been a while I did my thinking Relationships I know It’s sinking Why go through that when It’s fake I do know one big mistake
By Haychie_Artist5 days ago in Poets
If ever the world grows loud and cold, And the stories of old begin to unfold, Step away from the noise and the light, Learn the soft language of the night.
By Shazzed Hossain Shajal5 days ago in Poets
There are too many thoughts for one body. They move in circles, wear paths into the same places until the ground gives in. Patterns arrive before intention. I react and call it instinct. I leave and call it safety.
By Tifani Power 5 days ago in Poets
