The first poem I wrote. I wrote it after an unwanted experience I encountered. I felt really embarrassed by the whole thing and wasn't sure on how to express myself, so I decided to write this.

In this post, I open up about the struggles of burnout, identity, and navigating the complexities of a long-distance relationship.

Have you ever heard the saying "time heals all wounds"? From heartbreak to trauma, time plays a crucial role in our healing journey. In my blog post, I explain how time allows us to gain perspective, process our emotions, and learn valuable lessons from our experiences.

I woke up in a sweat, still in the same 4-man, psych ward cell with no where to go, no one to talk to, and all I hear is SCREAMS. IN MY HEAD AND OUT LOUD. What just happened?

Shit happens daily- THERE are so many kinds OF SHIT! Examine the shit, make your best judgement of it, and then GET IT UNDER CONTROL and DISPOSE!!! #DontLETyourLifebeSTAINED

Wesley hesitated, then shrugged. “I mean… yeah. I guess. But it’s not like it’s ruining my life or anything.” Henry tapped his fingers lightly against the bench. “Not in a way you notice.”

Most athletes fail due to a lack of discipline, poor mental toughness, and inconsistent work ethic. Many rely too much on talent, neglecting proper training, nutrition, and recovery, leading to injuries and fatigue. Overconfidence, failure to adapt, and underestimating opponents also contribute to setbacks. Toxic influences, lack of clear goals, and fear of failure further hinder progress. Success in sports requires dedication, resilience, and continuous self-improvement. Those who ignore these factors often fall behind, while those who commit to hard work, adaptability, and a strong mindset rise above the competition and achieve long-term success.

a piece from a collection of poems, thoughts, and stories from a young college student as they discover themselves and navigate through life.

A piece from a collection of short poems, thoughts, and stories from a young college student as she navigates through the struggles and complexities of life.

The Sonnet of Suns is about a young girl who alters the world, highlighting the strength of a dedicated leader.

If only the broken silhouette in the mirror would morph back into that little body in a princess dress—shining an irreplaceable smile accompanied by red lipstick that has spread onto my teeth. A cheap plastic tiara, more valuable to me than diamonds, would lay atop my head. High heels ten sizes too big for my feet would loudly thud against creaky floorboards. Lighter than air, I revert to oblivion regarding the hurt which lay ahead. The blanket of bitterness that never seems to leave my damned tongue vanishes, and the hole inside my chest fades away. Suddenly, I have never forgotten what it feels like to be whole.

How does a person we trusted and confided in because the person that we realize we know nothing about. A whole amount of time spent finding comfort in a total stranger…

The night had settled in fully now, draping the park in a deeper shade of quiet. The distant hum of the city remained, but it felt different to Wesley now—less like background noise, more like something pressing in from the edges.

Sometimes it's best to hold your tongue so others can be happy,it's not about you,it's not their job to think about you.suck it up no one gives a fuck. -VynThePoet

Meeting your younger self is a surreal experience—one filled with curiosity, nostalgia, and reflection. As past and present collide, you realize how much has changed—dreams once held tightly have shifted, priorities have evolved, and self-growth has taken unexpected turns. The younger version sees endless possibilities, while the present self carries the wisdom of lessons learned. Through laughter and honesty, you acknowledge the fears, the setbacks, and the small victories that shaped you. In the end, it’s a reminder that while life unfolds differently than imagined, every version of you has played a role in getting you here.

• anxiety about having to meet bfs family and friends • getting ready for the Halloween party • doing my makeup •what next?

It was the kind of evening that made no demands. The air was still, crisp but not biting, and the city hummed in the distance, just enough to remind you it was there but not enough to pull you in. The park, tucked between old brick buildings, had emptied with the last light of day, leaving behind only the faint glow of a street lamp and the rustling of unseen things in the trees.

Childhood should be marked by crayons and playgrounds, but for us, it was escape routes and hushed voices. Whispered warnings replaced bedtime stories, and our footprints left no trace, born as we were into the restrictionless void of a paperless existence. It's a feeling I can only describe as being both invisible and exposed—a paradox few are able to comprehend. That paradox was my anchor until words offered me their lifeline decades later.

I’ve been fighting for my life—my entire life. Poverty, addiction, and the ghosts of my past have clawed at me, trying to drag me under. I’ve seen darkness most people only hear about, felt hunger that made my bones ache, and battled cravings that whispered lies in my ear. The struggle isn’t just survival—it’s fighting the demon within, the one that wears my face and knows my every weakness. But I’m still here. Still fighting. This story is raw, unfiltered, and very real. If you’ve ever felt lost in the dark, maybe you’ll find something in this to bring you back to the light.

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