DEAR ASK A PUNK - I'm angry. I'm angry at my parents for having fucked up lives. They took care of my sisters, brothers and me ok – from the outside it looked ok anyway, but people in our town wouldn't believe how screwed up we actually are. And this isn't teenager stuff. I'm in my late 20s now and I'm still discovering new ways that my childhood is having an impact on my adult life. The way I deal with people and the way I deal with bosses and boyfriends and even the people in line at food store. When I was younger I could channel all this anger into punkrock – and being the badass chick in the moshpit, even though I'm pretty small and as everyone knows that kind of relief, is helpful but short-lived and doesn't really solve anything... Did I mention I'm angry about all this? So what's a girl to do? …D

This poem, Whispers in the Quiet, explores a deep and gentle kind of love that grows in not only the silence of love but also the stillness rather than in dramatic gestures. It speaks of a connection that feels natural, steady, and enduring like a guiding star or a quiet flame. The poet expresses how love doesn’t need to be loud to be powerful instead, it can be found in shared moments of peace, laughter, and presence. Ultimately, the poem celebrates finding a soulmate who brings calm, clarity, and a sense of home in a chaotic world, emphasizing the quiet strength and beauty of love

There is no was that I was not a dude in my previous life, I don't think that women think like this. maybe I am gay? I really don't know anymore and I think that these thoughts are like , certainly NOT MINE.

What the hell? Melanie, I thought you said you locked the front door? It’s wide open and it’s FREEZING in here… Melanie? Helloooo!!! Mel?? There’s no way you’re asleep already, I was literally 3 minutes away when you called.. Melanie? Where are you..?

Some loves burrow so deep, they don’t let go. They carve shadows in your skin, etch whispers in your mind.

Do you ever feel like love just… won’t work for you? Like no matter what you do, you’re never enough?

This poem explores deep connection and love, where the speaker sees only the other person, feeling their hearts beat faster as they grow closer, finding peace and unity beyond the world around them.

This poem explores a moment of sudden realization about loved ones lost and the ache it brings. It encourages cherishing memories—both joyful and painful—and reminds us to appreciate and connect with those still in our lives before time runs out.

The poem reflects on the inevitability of death, the pain of loss, and the enduring power of memories and love that help us find meaning and continue living despite grief.

This poem expresses deep sorrow and heartbreak at the thought of losing a loved one. The speaker describes silent cries, invisible scars, and haunting memories that linger, causing despair and loneliness. They portray a world darkened by absence, where familiar joys turn cold and every reminder intensifies their pain. The poem ends with a plea for the loved one to stay or offer guidance on how to cope with the inevitable loss.

Are things getting better? My life always seems to be in a state of flux- every time I think one thing is getting better, something else seems to get worse…

About a person I once knew everything about, inside and out. Until they left. I still don't know why. It confuses me. Tried put it into words, hope you like what you see.

I'm just rambling about love and the past for a minute read. Nothing too serious I just wanted to write something.

Many mental health professionals consider BPD one of the most painful mental illnesses because of the sheer intensity of the emotions involved. Those with BPD don’t just feel sadness; they feel crushing despair. They feel the actual weight on their hearts; the breaking pain. They don’t just experience joy; they feel euphoria. Like being high without needing any substances. And they don’t just feel sadness, they feel like they are literally dying. Their emotions are turned up to an unbearable volume, making every interaction, every thought, and every moment feel overwhelming.

DEAR ASK A PUNK - I'm turning 39 this year (much later this year) and my mid-life crisis has arrived. It seems like I was 27 and now I'm a middle-aged man and I don't know what happened in between. I haven't gotten fat, but my hair is falling out. I still listen to punk rock, but I started feeling stupid riding my skateboard in public around the time I turned 32. l still go to shows, but it seems like all the bands suck now compared to what I remember and I want to tell the 20 year-olds that they're getting ripped off, that maybe punk really IS dead that it was co-opted just when we need it most - The country is even more deluded and down the shittier than it was back in the early 80's. ...but I'm just too tired

DEAR ASK A PUNK - I'm a guy and I'm 30 years old and I still live with my parents. It's not as pathetic as it sounds. Where I live (in the semi-deep South) it is expensive to live on your own and even with some college it's tough to find a job that's more like a career and pays well. So I DO work full-time, but at $10/hour with no benefits, you can't exactly LIVE. And I like my family. My folks are still married and since my sisters and brother have moved out, they have more than enough room, in fact they like having me around. It's not a bad lifestyle really. Ok, I don't pay actual "rent", but the house is paid off anyway, and I do contribute, buy groceries, do my own laundry, pay for my own cellphone. I'm saying all this so I don't sound like a loser, but now that I'm 30, ok almost 32, I'm starting to feel like one anyway, but I just don't see any way out...

I wish I could hear the walls. Maybe I'd be able to hear every unspoken word about me. Or maybe id be able to hear everything good about myself that people admire. The way my heart is bigger than my ego. How easily I give into love and how easily it is for people to let me go. But thats not very positive is it?

More questions from parents. I love it. DEAR ASK A PUNK - My kid's band is good, really good I think and I'm not saying that just because I'm his dad. I was in plenty of bands and we always sucked, but these kids are good. I take them to their gigs and see the reaction they get from strangers, not just from their friends. I want to encourage him the way I was never encouraged by my folks but I also know the odds are long that he'll ever make his living punk rockin' out... but I think he would have as fair a shot as anyone. How do I encourage him but keep things realistic? …PunkDAD

The start of it all. Let me introduce you to my crazy life. Ill start by introducing my chaos and loves.

poem/letter to him that i really really wish he could read. it just describes why i broke up with him and why i didn’t tell him the actual reason.