Site-Wide Post Activity: All Authors
 EMOTIONAL SHUTDOWN One day, you stop explaining. You stop trying to make people understand. You stop repeating the same feelings that ... [read more] |
|
our life is as short as the life of a butterfly the world is waking up full of whispers instead of stones let's hold flowers in our hands... [read more] |
|
"The older I get, the more I realize that peace is worth more than attention. I'd rather have a small circle that genuinely cares than a h... [read more] |
|
You let me go, and maybe that was your choice. But the part you'll never understand is that I chose you every single day, even on the d... [read more] |
 En un mar ardiente, La isla de las lágrimas me espera. Ella sabe que no he llorado lo suficiente, No he compartido ese licor sala... [read more] |
|
"I think one of the biggest lies of modern dating is that people are afraid of commitment. They re not. People commit to what they truly va... [read more] |
|
You were my safe place. My home. My person. And now, you're just a memory that hits harder than reality. I replay our conve... [read more] |
|
I am grateful for a lesson taught to me by my parents… that have helped to make my life happy and meaningful: How it is our differenc... [read more] |
|
May we all one day SOON, be enlightened enough to see the strength and energy of any society It’s beauty, it’s health…it’s vitality L... [read more] |
|
May we all one day SOON, be enlightened enough to see the strength and energy of any society It’s beauty, it’s health…it’s vitality L... [read more] |
|
When it comes all the different aspects of my life… Those things I hear, smell, touch, taste and see like most people, I imagine…I lo... [read more] |
|
YOU CAN LEARN A LOT JUST BY PLAYING DUMB PEOPLE TELL YOU STUFF USUALLY KEPT MUM [read more] |
|
My intentions were pure. The accusations weren't. I kept trying to be understood, while people kept choosing their version of me. I ne... [read more] |
|
The bipolar emotions of the returning warrior, A mental dilemma etched into his war torn mind, On the one hand proudly retuning his duty don... [read more] |
|
They, once placed on pedestals upon return from war, They upon park benches smell of yesterday’s whiskey The cold stares of their eyes hidin... [read more] |