Recent Community Stories
  • Bonnie Cison
  • February 2, 2019

My 42-year-old son died 10 days ago in another country and was buried two days later in another country. I am here because I need to find out how to go on living and breathing. I torture myself this way, by reading all these stories. My boy was an alcoholic. We spent many years trying to help him, to help him help himself. In the end, the disease won. It destroyed his body. We lost. I lie in the fetal position and it's the only place for me right now. I ache all over and I can hardly breathe. My tears dehydrate me. There seems to be no remedy for this pain.

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  • Karinne Anderson
  • February 1, 2019

Sometimes I am different. Is there something wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? I don't have anyone. When I watch people in the lunch room laughing and smiling with each other, I wonder what it must be like. Is everyone look at my and laughing because I have no friends?

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  • Raelene J. Elliss, Australia
  • February 1, 2019

My own dad passed away when I was only 10 years old (46 years ago) I miss him as much now as I did then. Love never fades away. Memories are our everlasting legacy of our loved ones' lives. Thank you for this very special poem

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  • Raelene J. Elliss, Australia
  • February 1, 2019

It's gorgeous and I'll bet the baby was even more so.

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  • Raelene J. Elliss, Australia
  • February 1, 2019

The author should most definitely be published in special cards for births. It's just perfect.

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  • Emily
  • February 1, 2019

I feel the pain you feel. I was in 7th grade when my cousin's friend raped me. All my cousin did was walk in, kiss my head, cover me up, and say sorry. His friend came in while I was sleeping, took off my pants, pulled out a knife and put it to my neck and said, "Don't scream or I'll kill you." Now I'm a freshman now, and after he stole my virginity I'm empty. I started writing poems.

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  • Jaskaran S. Sethi
  • January 31, 2019

Everyone is born for a purpose, but we forget that in pursuit of money. Then God gifted me with poetry and uses it as a medium to educate people, and in each of my poems there is a story involving my own experiences that inspires people never to give up and have faith in yourself and most importantly God. Poetry is an elixir that is heart-warming and transforming, and the essence of life is beautifully being captured. Hats off to all my poet friends for making an earnest effort in bringing a change to this world. Keep inking and keep inspiring.

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  • Ethan Guthrie
  • January 31, 2019

I've tried suicide many times, and I feel like I have no idea what's out there for me. I cut every day. Once I died from a bullet wound, but the doctors brought me back.

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  • Autum Rios
  • January 31, 2019

I can't say that I have suffered more than you, but as far as I know, I can't control the thoughts that run through my mind every day. It's hard for me to share this with the people I love and care about, but with people who understand more about this it's better than trying to explain it to people who don't. My life has taken a turn into the darkness, and poetry has gotten me to the point of return. My passion for poetry helped me realize that there are more people in this world that would be horrified and hurt if I would end my life.

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  • Maria A. Ciuraj
  • January 31, 2019

Incredible! This poem is so good, one in a thousand horse poems!

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