Tags : self-awareness

 Gullible versus Trust

Gullible versus Trust

A Poem by Celie Rose


There is a fine line between gullible and trust. Both mean that you are willing to make yourself a little vulnerable to others.
Beauty

Beauty

A Poem by Thomas H.


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Byron & Dickinson Fire

Byron & Dickinson Fire

A Poem by 1VJ


chimera and heather fields
Forgotten in Time

Forgotten in Time

A Poem by DyDygamer16


Struggles of a depressed teenager in our modern times
Robert the First

Robert the First

A Story by Don Murphy


Finding and losing love can be two sides of the same coin. For anyone. At any age. In any world.
Embracing Solitude

Embracing Solitude

A Story by jazz


When a girl after her break-up finds that life is so rude to her, but she manages to live and find positivity for everything
Self-destructive Vs. Self-aware Society

Self-destructive Vs. Self-aware Society

A Story by Mário Teixeira


Two extreme and diverging beliefs, but which one is right? Do we really need to have a right one?
Men Working in Trees

Men Working in Trees

A Poem by Ed


Orange mesh unfurls into a diamond- shaped, black-lettered boast: “Men Working in Trees.” But all know men no longer come equipped wi..
Shackled Identities

Shackled Identities

A Poem by Insight "MH"


This poem was inspired by a Netflix reality show called ”The Circle”.
The Divine for truth

The Divine for truth

A Story by Simbles


Im not sure how to put a description to this one though i believe its a piece that everyone can/could reach an understanding of, if they so choose.
Peacock Feathers

Peacock Feathers

A Poem by Oydrin


A random video of a peacock flaunting its tail showed up in my YouTube feed some weeks ago.
A Conflict of Consciousness: A Tale of Two Hands

A Conflict of Consciousness: A Tale of Two Hands

A Story by Charlotte Flores


The story is about a conflicted right hand that holds the wedding ring, witnessing the heartbreak of its owner's failed relationship and contemplating..
Heartstrings All a Mess in Knots

Heartstrings All a Mess in Knots

A Poem by ed purchla


Fingers start to tap the keys Hours into the early morning And this darkness that shows its face When the summer sun glows for Everyone Comes sm..

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