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Time to change your life.. Content Warning.
Is it even possible for you to change your life? A lot of people, more than there should be, are unhappy with their lives. But what are they doing about it? Usually nothing. People talk about how shitty their lives are and want change, but are they not taking the actions to change?
By Jen Phillips9 days ago in Humans
How To Cultivate a New Crush
Lay strawberry hair on fair skin, let it redden like a crush, pink as cherry blossoms on the fresh dirt of hurt. Bring skin
By Pixel Floyd9 days ago in Poets
Hello, Stranger
"See you there, Stranger!" I called. "Yes, Love," my husband replied. "Not yet, silly." "Oh, yeah. Sorry. Later, Stranger."
By Julie Lacksonen9 days ago in Fiction
I refuse to change who I am.
I refuse to change who I am. It took me a long time to understand what that really means. When I say I won’t change, I don’t mean I won’t make room for love.
By Latisha Jean12 days ago in Poets
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi10 days ago in Fiction
Trouble at the Tea Leafing Café
The rain had started right around the time that Annie was buttering her second thick slice of homemade toast for breakfast, and hadn’t paused since. Not that anyone could tell. The windows of the café were fogged over, and with every seat filled with happy customers munching on fresh baked pastries or steaming bowls of the delicious soup of the day, it was hardly surprising. Annie looked around the room, finally taking a moment to breathe after the lunch time rush. Her old life already felt like a bad memory, a part of her history, always, but just that. History.
By Hannah Moore10 days ago in Fiction
Standard Practice
I have dug my fingers so deep into my arteries That I can taste the hemorrhaging pain of last decade's memories. What a silly little way to pass time, shredding my neurons
By Silver Daux11 days ago in Poets
A Letter to the Firestarter
Dear Firestarter, We can all see you, we've been watching you since you began. In case you didn't know we were here before you and we will be here after. We witnessed your rise, your setbacks, your guilt and your lies. We witnessed you start the fire.
By Donny Foley10 days ago in Poets
Letter to the Lonely . Honorable Mention in Public Announcement Challenge.
Attention This is a message to those who are ALONE: Studies indicate that social isolation poses a legitimate risk to YOUR physical and mental health
By Sam Spinelli11 days ago in Poets
Secret Admirer
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The blush turns orange and pink. It seeps into my very soul, where I feel I am sinking. Sinking and falling.
By Melissa Ingoldsby10 days ago in Fiction
I Remember When I Was Young
I am a baby boomer. I don’t have a notion of whether that is good or bad, or whether I am proud of it. I just am. That is what I have been labelled because I was born between the years 1946 and 1964.
By Calvin London13 days ago in Humans
What A Clown
I heard of the jokester in town. My staff was afraid to share the tales, for they knew the stories infuriated me and punishment was my expertise. I inflicted many types, and excelled at using sharp objects and heated “instruments.”
By Andrea Corwin 12 days ago in Fiction
Wisdom of the Weeping Willow Tree
Much wisdom, the weeping willow gave me, in the summers, that it flourished, in a strange garden. * “There is no death”,
By Rasma Raisters14 days ago in Poets
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly10 days ago in Fiction
Playlist: back on the beat
Frankie Archer - The Demon Lover As a rule, when it comes to folk fusion I tend to prefer more fusion and less folk. Frankie Archer, one of Northumberland’s most distinctive contemporary voices, might agree.
By Andy Potts11 days ago in Beat
Flinty Heels
To survive, you must first line your eyes with seduction. * Hide your shades of strength in pants instead of dresses.
By Caitlin Charlton16 days ago in Poets
Love is All You Need
ℒ𝒪𝒱ℰ ℐ𝒮 𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝒜 𝒩𝒪𝒰𝒩 Love is not a person you view from afar ensconced like a statue in the corner They can’t rectify your folly
By K.B. Silver 13 days ago in Poets
Deadlines Aren't To Be Trifled With
⚡10:13 pm 1/28/26 - two hours until the Deadline 🕛 NOTICE WHEN WRITING FOR A VOCAL CHALLENGE Do not start late Or your poem won't be great
By Lightning Bolt ⚡11 days ago in Humor
Rubbed Raw
many times, we ignore what we need. training ourselves to be pleasing, to stay palatable, to be chosen, devaluing our worth so others call us loveable, to get more
By Tina D. Lopez14 days ago in Poets
Reflection
"Hey. Yeah, I know, it has been a while. I've been busy with work, per usual. I’m at that new place. The lattes here are okay, but they steam it too hot and it makes the foam sink, y’know? Five dollars, my ass.”
By Raistlin Allen17 days ago in Fiction