What did you hide? I asked it many times. Maybe as many as I felt my skin crawl. Is it even mine to carry? Seems foreign. When the secrets’ keeper starts to bleed, Almost everybody can see Other times it’s internal. First seen by none. As life whittles it exposes some, You gotta hope there’s…
I’ve never believed in love. Not the kind they show in movies or talk about in songs, anyway. To me, love was just another weakness, another way people allowed themselves to be controlled, manipulated. I never had time for it. All my life, I’ve been too busy staying one step ahead, too busy with my…
WARNING DO NOT READ IF SUICIDAL OR HATE SENSITIVE TOPICS TURN AWAY NOW If you are feeling depressed go to National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (USA) Call 988 or visit https://988lifeline.org/ for immediate support. Please reach out to someone who can provide you support. 18+ years old Only Hello this is my poem album it’s highly…
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The sky was gray, but it always was. The air was thick with nothing, and the nothing pressed on me. I sat, staring at a place that wasn’t a place, thinking thoughts that weren’t thoughts. Was I sad? I didn’t know. I couldn’t know. Feeling would mean stopping, and stopping would mean losing. I couldn’t…
Today, I felt a warmth—a quiet, gentle kindness that whispered, you’re not alone. It wasn’t grand or showy, but sweet, like that one perfect mango you find in a sea of sour ones. The kindness of handing someone a pen or paper when no one else noticed. The kindness of helping a classmate in an…
I need to be digested I need to be consumed I need to be reflected I need to be carried to term Or I need to be cut out entirely No one’s meant to stay here This in between is no home It’s meant as a stepping stone Made up of only sharp and jagged…
Anxious: I need to know if you’re okay. You’ve seemed so distant lately, And I can’t shake the feeling That something’s wrong. I just want to be close to you, But I’m scared of falling away, Of losing what we have. Please, can you tell me if this is still real? Avoidant: She reads it.…
In the quiet moments when the world holds its breath, I watch you rise, strong and resilient, like your namesake, you’re a lily blooming on still waters— your petals unfurling, a canvas of colors painted by hope. You are my refuge, the place where my heart finds rest. In your presence, I am anchored; in…
Bonnie’s First Act of Becoming In the eloquent town of Ashland, Oregon, there lived a young, red-headed girl named Bonnie Rose. Bonnie was a quite “unremarkable” sixteen-year-old girl in the year 1960, blending into the rest without much notice. With her unassuming appearance, she often went unnoticed—an overlooked figure amidst the busy streets of Ashland.…
Hey everyone, I wrote a poem about melancholy for a creative writing class, and now I have an assignment to revise and improve one of my poems. I chose this one because I feel like it has a lot of potential to grow. My professor commented, “I am curious about how you are defining an…
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You may judge a society by its Poets. For when Poetry is lost, it shows we have fallen in cold hard times. Just give me the cold hard facts is the modern cry. But if we forget how to think and feel. Or to be moved with emotion at the sunset. Or to feel pity…
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Pippa Learns to Fly Pippa was the last in the nest of her brood The last to rely on her mother for food Her sisters had long since departed the nest Now it was her time to fly like the rest She shivered with fear and made no sound As she peered over the edge…
Ugly. Fear, hello my dear old shadow friend. How are you? It’s been far too long since we’ve caught up with each other properly, so I thought it was about time I checked in on you to see how you are doing. I don’t like losing touch with my close friends, so let me start…
In Cuba you aren’t allowed to sell houses, at the time. You are allowed to exchange houses with other Cubans, but never for monetary value. On top of that absurdity, the structure itself is your own property, but the land is all the government’s property… they will throw you out at any instance. But the…
Five teenagers, Alex, Sam, Mia, Liam, and Jess, had heard the rumors. The abandoned bunker at the edge of town, buried deep in the forest, was supposedly a relic from a secret Cold War experiment. Locals whispered that it was haunted, but the teens brushed it off as ghost stories meant to scare kids from…
I never thought I’d be the type of man to kill another person. That’s the kind of thing that happens in movies or in the news, far removed from the quiet life I’ve built for myself. But here I am, sitting in my living room, staring at my hands, hands that have done something I…
Life’s path is winding, steep, and long, With trials that test the brave and strong. Obstacles rise like mountains tall, But within us lies the strength to conquer all. Through storms that rage and darkness deep, We find the courage not to weep. For every fall, we rise again, With hope and faith, our guiding…
I have an for a story, the title is Carnifex. The story follows an Half Romani and Half German Autistic man named Victor Kralitz but goes by his last name. Who is eventually bitten and turned into a vampire, but rather than thirsting for the blood of humans, he instead develops a taste for the…
As I sit down at the kitchen table, on the anniversary of the worst day in my life, I see a ray of sun beaming through the window down to the table. I become mesmerized by the dust particles swirling around and I start to imagine an escalator following the path of the sunbeam up…
Imagine if tomorrow all at the same time, 2.4 billion Christians around the world disappeard like a Jedi Master. Would the world fall into chaos? Would those left behind repent? What would happen to America when 66% of people disappeared? Would those left behind get amazing deals on Homes? Would the commute to work be…
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Just got accepted as a seller on Walmart.com! My background is in IT, and I have around $50k to invest in starting this business. The only issue? I’m not sure what to sell yet. If you were in my position, what would be your next step? Any advice or suggestions would be awesome! submitted by…
How’s it going, you ok? I don’t know what else to say. I know this last year has been pretty rough, The stuff you’ve dealt with has been fucking tough. But look at where you are right now, A year ago that didn’t seem possible, wow. You stood up tall, you stood up proud, You…
Love and grief knock on the same door, at the same time. Like two best friends visiting the home of another friend. And one must open the door to let them in and make space for both in one’s life We swing on life’s swing, taking turns, two at a time leaving the other one…
Edit: I meant fountain drinks! Was talking about this with my girlfriend the other day, about how it might be a viable idea to open a store that only sells soft drinks, and carries as many types as we could get our hands on. From what I understand, the profit margins are pretty high, selling…
As her eyelids cut the harsh world out of her mind, her husband appeared before her. “I will always love you,” he promised, kissing her hand. “But you must go back. This is a desolate place. You cannot stay here.” She looked down, her skin glistened where it was kissed, as though it was dipped…
Hey! I am applying to MFA programs, and I was wondering if there is anyone out there willing to read my poetry portfolio/manuscript and give me honest feedback! I get nervous sharing my poems, so approaching professors or other people in my life is stressing me out. I would appreciate any help or advice! submitted…
“It’s funny that you chose December 5th…night of the Krampus, Nelson Mandella’s passing, the end of The Prohibition…a day of so many happenings, that a new one would be irrelevant immediately. I knew your intentions better than you did because I learned the inner workings of malice from surviving. I understood the assignment, professor, I…
I will spend my time on this one, this I feel I need to get right. Do I use my words to convey great meaning? Or to simply be contrite? Shall I rhyme such as above or disregard such rules, rage and scream and pout. Communicate as if I am an artist, using language grandiose…
The room was a quiet one, but a full one. Moments clicking and clacking along to the tune of its own powersource. Rows of silent and neutral expressions. Doors to the chamber open to allow the presence. Why are churches and courtrooms the same? Who is man to play God or God to imitate Man?…
Hi everyone, I’m new to writing. This is the first thing I’ve ever worked on and I’m, and looking for feedback. I also just wanted a way to share this with people who may be interested. Thanks so much for reading! Chapter 1 Jared sits in his apartment, on his favorite divot on the couch.…
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I am almost done with my undergrad. I’m graduating in December with a BBA in marketing, and I am also starting an online MBA program in January. I would like to start a small business to pay off some of my student debt while I figure out what I want to do in the long…
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It was a late freeze in January. The days had been rampant with dust infested breezes, the nights fell to a whisper and the town was a low frenzy. A mash of triumph and tragedy, chaos.. and (dis)order. A whirlpool of luck’s many shades. Latency in our ability to connect naturally… The fear of being…
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I work at a cocktail lounge, me and my coworkers have had this little object sitting on a statue for weeks. Some of us are bakers, jewelery craftspersons, so one of the people not here could of left it behind. We have no idea what this could be for. It’s as described in the title.…
Currently run a small trucking company (5 semis 8 box trucks) with my brother. We have a major client who we do middle mile for that is losing business and the majority of the rest of our work right now comes from brokers. Unfortunately with the market this isn’t looking like a sustainable option for…
Afraid Of The Dark My gifts to you were wrapped in every stolen kiss, sombre embrace, in every sincere word I gave you, Your gifts to me were all the things you gave meaning, Oh how you gave me reason, You gave me reason to face the void, to embrace the harrowing winds of change,…
Inside my stomach there are needles. Needles and screws and worms and glass and they all slither around and wring themselves through my intestines, slowly squeezing down. I can feel it. Every inch of it, like watching one of those snakes unhinge their jaws to swallow an egg whole. Squeezing and writhing and wriggling and…
What about the skeletons? The wounded ghosts. Ghosts of feelings, of remnants of meaning. Spinning around and around , I can’t go into any room. So I sit, on the floor, in the hallway, small. If I shrink myself will the feelings reconcile for me? Can someone take this over? I’m so tired. The furniture…