The newborn stage.... is it really just a stage? Will they grow out of it or am i going to lose my mind?

This poem can be interpreted in any way, you could try to guess what the poem is originally about but the whole point of poetry is to understand it in your own way.

Extreme unsobriety thoughts in a nutshell. For realt. Very random morning thoughts in a relatable freestyle way.

This poem paints a haunting portrait of a girl shaped by emotional neglect, rigid control, and deep trauma. Trapped in a household where love is conditional and silence is survival, she moves through life unseen—both present and ghost. Intimacy confuses and wounds her; lust feels like love, but leaves her emptier each time. She obeys, performs, submits—yet inside, she’s at war. Her desires clash with shame, her voice buried beneath years of "no." Despite the darkness, a faint memory of freedom lingers—a forgotten song, a distant hope. For now, she hides, but she dreams of escape.

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I learned that as a community, we must always give back. My father's words were right: "Follow your dreams, don't let anyone tell you how to live your life."

Just a big sister who wants to be free as she grows , but is always in charge , no time alone nothing but chores and children that she didn’t have.

Marcus, the cautious older brother, and Lil D, his wild younger sibling, uncover a strange map hidden in their home. It leads them to the forbidden Hollow Pines—a place their “father” warned them never to go. Inside the forest, reality unravels. They find secrets no child should ever know, a house that shouldn’t exist, and something inhuman waiting for them. As the truth about their town, their past, and themselves comes to light, the brothers must decide what’s worth risking everything for. In the end, only one walks out—but the story doesn’t end there. Some lies don’t stay buried or do they. . .

A special needs parent must read from another special needs parent. Even if you aren’t A special needs parent it’s still A great read.

A group of my fellow student council members wished to have a bonfire tonight. Out of the 8 of us, only 4 plus a few of our friends are going...

Nobody talks about it. You have started your family. You have grown your family. You have finished your family...but your heart is never done. Praying that "because I had a thought" pregnancy test is negative but broken when it is...

Depression and your home. Depression can cause the absence of motivation, especially when it comes to home life and chores. Let's talk about it!

“Just Another Day at the Kuelper House” captures a lively morning of family chaos. Alyne’s energetic mischief includes swinging the cat, stealing her sister Hattie’s last cracker, and rejecting tea over a minor etiquette slip. Amid playful sibling drama and parenting challenges, the household buzzes with unpredictable antics. Despite the mess, the narrator finds joy in these moments, celebrating the unique, loving chaos that makes their home feel alive and special.

When will I ever be good enough for anybody? For my friends, for my family? But mostly for myself. When will I ever say or do the “right” thing?

Grieving is hard. Especially when that person meant the entire world to you. You are not alone. When you are feeling down or feeling sad, this is a good place to be. The goal of this is to help your grieving process. I am going through the grieving process. Let's go through it together.

Trigger warning!! This story is about eating disorders and struggles with body image. Talking about the struggles of thoughts and actions.

This is a short story about brutal and agonizing loss. It shows the ups and downs of loosing someone so close and important to you, creating bonds between your family and having to grieve for the rest of your life.

Dear Abigail, It is difficult for me to put into words what it meant to have you, my oldest niece, and your grandmother present when your cousin’s two-year old inadvertently knighted me with the vacuum cleaner attachment. I’m striving to remain humble in the face of the daunting responsibility associated with becoming the first “Earl of Hoovers”.

In the quiet corners of a once-bustling oak table, a young mind finds more than just a place to eat; it becomes a classroom, a launching pad, and a mirror of growth. From decoding chemical equations to guiding a younger sibling through multiplication, each seat tells a different chapter of transformation. What began as a dining room centerpiece evolves into a silent witness of ambition, mentorship, and resilience. Want to know how one table can carry the weight of a family’s dreams? Pull up a chair, there’s a story waiting to be shared.

The nostalgia of the past that lingers in the air, for those joy and abundance and everyone worked in harmony. A place of Glee a place to be free..