I don’t like ADHD. By which I mean I don’t like the name, “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.” And here’s why:

Some days, the cracks show just beneath the surface. Behind smiles and steady hands, a fading soul quietly slips away. This is a journey through silence, shadows, and the fragile space between pretending and breaking.

"Do you love me or do you not?" a poem about confusion love can do. a poem from a young teens point of view.

I know what you're going to do and I'm going to tell. It was business as usual. At the Collins household. Bratty sister Meghan. Nine years old. And 18-year-old Lucy. Meghan's older sister. More consistently on each other's nerves. Lucy couldn't do much. Without having her sister Meghan Tattletale aren't on her. Every moment. She could. Lucy coming in late at night. Was common. And Meghan wanting to. Stay up and not go to sleep. Just waiting for the moment that her older sister. Arrived. Simply to tell her. That she was going to tell on her. For arriving home so late. And bratty sister Meghan would do it in the morning. At the kitchen table so everyone can hear. Bratty sister Megan's pretty much a pain. And a nuisance. To Lucy. Simply a constant threat.

Most weeds in modern American lawns are surprisingly valuable food sources. These plants, often seen as nuisances, are packed with nutrients and can add exciting flavors to your meals.

She came every night- not with comfort, but with a touch that hurt. Tickling until tears fell, until begging was the only sound left.

Sometimes it takes a long time to get good at something but once you do then you build momentum and continue forward don't ever stop don't let the daily life obstacles get in your way you have a goal and you are going to achieve it

Some loves burrow so deep, they don’t let go. They carve shadows in your skin, etch whispers in your mind.

Do you ever feel like love just… won’t work for you? Like no matter what you do, you’re never enough?

This poem explores deep connection and love, where the speaker sees only the other person, feeling their hearts beat faster as they grow closer, finding peace and unity beyond the world around them.

This poem explores a moment of sudden realization about loved ones lost and the ache it brings. It encourages cherishing memories—both joyful and painful—and reminds us to appreciate and connect with those still in our lives before time runs out.

This poem is about the loss of my father and how he committed suicide. My dad's side of the family would blame us for his death. I was 7 years old when I lost my father

The poem reflects on the inevitability of death, the pain of loss, and the enduring power of memories and love that help us find meaning and continue living despite grief.

This poem expresses deep sorrow and heartbreak at the thought of losing a loved one. The speaker describes silent cries, invisible scars, and haunting memories that linger, causing despair and loneliness. They portray a world darkened by absence, where familiar joys turn cold and every reminder intensifies their pain. The poem ends with a plea for the loved one to stay or offer guidance on how to cope with the inevitable loss.

The poem traces a life’s journey from innocent beginnings through emotional pain, self-discovery, and loss. It explores how a person adapts to trauma, masks imperfections, searches for happiness, and ultimately finds peace in death, marked only by the emotional scars of their experience.

The love for your best friend, or your day one. I don’t think I would still be alive if I didn’t meet this girl. I love you Zoe 👸

A poem about family where you wonder what does family actually mean. How might one define a family through modern life.

A poem titled springtime related to the inner peace that life brings. Spring has always been my favorite season as it’s peaceful.

It’s easy to get stuck in cycles of self reflection without actually moving forward. This article is for the woman who’s done the inner work but still feels stuck. It’s a reminder that clarity alone won’t change your life, action will. If you’ve been journaling, overthinking, or waiting for the “right time,” read this. The woman you’re becoming is waiting for you to move!!

If you’ve ever felt guilty for changing, this piece is for you. So many women hold themselves back out of fear of being called fake, inconsistent, or “too much.” But real growth doesn’t always look pretty, sometimes it looks like walking away, getting quiet, or starting over. This article is a reminder that reinvention isn’t a weakness. It’s a power move. Read this when you need permission to evolve without apologizing for it.