Covert Narcissist are very dangerous. They can cause trauma and abuse. Here are some signs that I noticed when it was too late.

Am only here to listen to people and share my opinion and my lovely poems,this is a free space for anyone,no judgment or gaslighting will be tolerated.

Certain colors can influence different moods. And, when in need of a pick-me-up or a simple chill spiritual session, these six main colors can vastly aid it.

A poem brought on by a dream about my daughter. Written with heavy guilt over not being there for her when I should because of past mistakes.

Selling arms to foreign countries isn't profiting our country. The president's waging war on a country, such as Iran, is of being to no benefit for the U.S. It hasn't been beneficial to us, in any way shape or form.

Be careful of where you talk about this person their will be large groups of flies for no discernable reason.

never fucked Ronnie — that’s truth, not a lie, And Damien? Shit, he’s just a name I let die. That book is closed — locked, tossed in the fire, I’m climbing out clean from the muck and the mire. You wanna keep living in chapters I’ve tossed? Then baby, you’re the one stuck, not lost.”

When your brain “zones out,” it’s actually activating the Default Mode Network (DMN) — a system linked to memory, creativity, and self-reflection. Neuroscience shows that boredom helps your brain connect ideas, process emotions, and generate insights. So next time you're staring into space, relax — you're doing brainwork.

As teachers, we put our heart and soul into the kids we teach. We nurture them, build relationships with them, and after some time, we grow to love them. We spend endless hours creating lesson plans that are engaging and lead to not only deep learning but also a love of learning. We generate lesson plans that are individualized, meeting kids where they are. We listen to their stories, wipe their tears, and laugh with them. Then, after one hundred and eighty-seven short days, we say goodbye, sometimes forever. This poem reflects how I feel at the end of every year as I say goodbye to those I have grown fond of. Photo: AI generated from my description

Modern U.S. toilets sit lower than ever, turning a basic need into a daily strain for folks with aging joints, chronic pain, or limited mobility.

This poem is a heartfelt tribute to the boundless hope and beauty that each new day births. It celebrates the tender journey of the night’s gentle moon giving way to the radiant morning sun, a divine transition that stirs life from its quiet slumber. In this awakening, there is a pure magic—a promise of new beginnings, endless possibilities, and the invigorating pulse of life reborn with every sunrise. Thumbnail photo: Tonie Reeves Photography (by Tonie Taylor)

TWO questions and answers today because they were so short: DEAR ASK A PUNK - My girlfriend and I are breaking up. Who gets the dog? She brought it home originally, but he's pretty much mine. I walk and feed and take him to the vet when I'm home. I think she only wants him because she know's it is pissing me off. …Michael & DEAR ASK A PUNK - I'm an LA chick who enjoyed heavy metal but mostly country music in high school. How can I relate to punks? If I happen to be next to one randomly somewhere, what is a good conversation starter? I pride myself on being able to relate to lots of different people but am a bit stumped on this one. Your advice would be helpful. ...Karen (Answers inside)

Humanity is greedy. We are greedy. Definition of greed. Cattle. Even dying costs money, when will we be set free?

Written while in a very dark mindset, not for the faint of heart, potentially triggering content, tread carefully

This is an essay about dogs :). Enjoy reading it! Hope you like it and have a great time reading bye!

How does one appreciate something that they haven’t had taken away? This poem speaks on how the storms of life are just building blocks that help us appreciate life more.

Green eyes. Why can’t I love my eyes when she has the blue eyes I always wanted. But mine hold the richness of the world in them.

Table of Contents Byeol (On Stars) Pears (On Love) Pages (On Death) Three poems from June that I've written, please enjoy!

When you love as deep as the ocean, you'll loose a few who never really had a way of floating. Just keep hoping, leave you're heart open, think you are but you're not yet broken.

I poem of pain, because a love so great caused a pain so deep. The words that felt impossible to express was written in a poem. A poem of the pain endured when someone you love chooses to leave you behind in the world