Mental Health
The Shine of Hope
Title: The Shine of Hope In the bustling streets of a big city, where the honks of cars and the chatter of people created a constant hum, lived a young boy named Aryan. Every day, Aryan would sit on a small wooden stool on the footpath, his fingers stained with shoe polish, and a worn-out brush in hand. At just 12 years old, he had become the breadwinner of his family after his father fell ill and could no longer work. His mother stitched clothes at home, and Aryan did his best to contribute to their humble earnings.
By Timeline Tellerabout a year ago in Poets
a bird for a day
you ask me where i would go if i was a bird for a day, as though everyone just wants to escape some town, as though anywhere else fosters comfort. you expect to hear Rome or Paris fall wistfully from my lips as i imagine soaring toward a sky that looks like nirvana to people who hate feeling the earth beneath their feet. how do i express to you that wings would be wasted on someone like me, without sounding like someone afraid of things like heights or concepts like change? how might you think of me when i tell you it's not a place i wish to leave or a place i hope to reach? i could be a bird and i could fly across the world, but i'd still ache in Venice and i'd still yearn in Barcelona for something you can't find on a postcard.
By melancholy galaxiesabout a year ago in Poets
The Quiet Evolution
In a good state of life, the self does not gaze upon the other but bears the other within as a landscape. As long as I evolve the better. Most other factors will just fit right into the mold that you have created. Instead of envying others, and growing green with jealousy, wherever and wherever one is, it has always been better to learn something new. "
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Nature's Golden Sea
Golden gems of spring Dancing in the gentle breeze Nature's simple pleasure As the warm sun kisses the earth, a sea of yellow dandelions sways gently in the meadow, their delicate petals inviting playful whispers from the wind. Each flower, a golden beacon of hope and transformation, carries with it the promise of new beginnings and endless possibilities. Their presence is a reminder that even in the midst of chaos, beauty can bloom effortlessly, spreading joy and rejuvenation with every breath of fresh air. Like little bursts of sunshine scattered across the landscape, dandelions infuse the world with a refreshing touch of whimsy and wonder, reminding us to embrace the simple pleasures that surround us every day.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
