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Faceless Desires
As I lumber Padded, hidden Heavy with glorious light Endless pockets Bulging, overflowing Yet sown up tight Glittering memorial dust
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets
Marty Supreme Review: Timothée Chalamet Is Excellent, The Movie… Not So Much
⭐ Rating: 2 out of 5 stars Marty Supreme Directed by Josh Safdie Written by Josh Safdie, Ronald Bronstein Starring Timothee Chalamet, Gwyneth Paltrow, Tyler The Creator, Odessa A'zion
By Sean Patrickabout a month ago in Geeks
scrawl, scrawl, crack
how can I learn to be a writer? what can I do with this throb in my chest this infinite knowledge in my soul of how to create worlds within the mind
By angela hepworthabout a month ago in Poets
Rock The Menorah! 20 Rock Stars Who Are Jewish
Judaism has a rich musical history and tradition, so it shouldn't be a surprise that some of the most predominant rock stars in history are Jewish. In Jewish culture, music is used to celebrate, to reflect, and share scripture and prayer.
By Jenika Enochabout a month ago in Beat
Two poetic essay excerpts
Unrecognition I'm tired of being unrecognized, value wise. I'm tired of losing friends, of being alone. 'Cause what's the difference of being alone and being lonely?
By Maya Or Tzurabout a month ago in Psyche
Incinerate
The Fool loudly contends “There’s no danger in ‘Playing with fire’! A little harmless fun never hurt any one! Right?”
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a month ago in Poets
The Plunge. Winner in The Ritual of Winter Challenge.
If you had said to me four years ago that one day I would be addicted to swimming in the hole in the ice, I would have said you have lost your mind. And if you had said I would be so into this winter ritual of mine that I would make my own hole in the middle of the lake, I would have asked if you were on drugs.
By R.S. Sillanpaaabout a month ago in Humans
An Emotional Winter
I didn’t realize how cold I had been living They say neglected people are sensitive to warmth And I am starving for light
By Rini Mulani about a month ago in Poets
Back to Greenwood
“Why in the world would you trade with him?” Ed stood from the table, exasperated. Yes, he was fussing at his wife, but Ed has always gotten bent out of shape when he was losing due to no fault of his own.
By Bryan Buffkinabout a month ago in Humans
Vocal Bonus Leaderboard: 12/17/2025
Welcome to our weekly Leaderboard update! We're delighted to highlight Vocal's most popular stories. Join us as we recognize this week's standout contributors and their remarkable achievements.
By Vocal Teamabout a month ago in Resources
Christmas Abroad: Celebrating the Holidays Without Family
I moved to South Korea in 2017. I was twenty-two years old and excited to start my career as an English Second Language Teacher. With a Bachelor's degree and six hundred dollars in my bank account, I set off for Busan.
By Kera Hollowabout a month ago in Families
To Buffer the Cold; To Defeat Deceit
Deceit is the cruelest season. It is cold. It pierces. It is antithesis to my humanism. It is the defeat of my innocence when self-serving and gainsaying tempt me with ambition.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a month ago in Humans
Until We Don't
Ignis igne comburet donec sistere. - We each have a fire inside It burns constant and true It drives us A force both creative and destructive
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
Burning Bridges. Honorable Mention in The Last Flame Challenge.
There's an island, green as emerald. That is where I live. To this island you can come if you build a bridge with me.
By Imola Tóthabout a month ago in Poets
Light the Spirit of Winter
The winter season often holds bittersweet nostalgic memories. In the Southern hemisphere, locals will recall long winter days and a BarB at the beach, but in the Northern hemisphere, the ghosts of Christmas past are released during the longest nights before solstice. For many, 'tis the season of Anhedonia. The lack of interest, enjoyment or pleasure is a common symptom of many mental health conditions.
By Katherine D. Grahamabout a month ago in Humans
An ordinary day
Nikitas was met with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and dampness when he awoke. He stood at the window for a time, looking through the window at what was happening outside, but not necessarily paying attention to it. He could see the apartment buildings across the street again, as he had done many times before, and he would see them many times in the future.
By BHUMIabout a month ago in Fiction
Bill of Rights...What Rights!
Bill of what? Rights. What writes? Bill of RIGHTS, rights! Ah, yes. But what rights? And Constitutes what? Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a month ago in Writers
A Message
“Tell me, what is the point?” My soul cries on dark days When the heaviness drags at my bones. “Is it worth going on?
By Jessica Dowdingabout a month ago in Poets
Wild Love at Christmas Eve
If we grow old together, help me to remember the catch in my voice when I faced this old world anew one Christmas Eve ... Aflock in the town's tavern, my head a mix of love and merry. Downing my glass of Moscato, my head spinning with claustrophobia, I ripped away from the endless whir of clutches and kisses. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, I found relief in the welcome outside air.
By Susan L. Marshallabout a month ago in Fiction
Rob Reiner's tragic death at the hands of his son Nick
The world is mourning the tragic news that actor and director Rob Reiner and his wife, of 36 years, Michele Singer Reiner, were found dead on Sunday, December 14, 2025, at their Los Angeles home.
By Cheryl E Prestonabout a month ago in Geeks