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In “Floating Nirvana,” clouds drift across a sapphire sky as the speaker finds calm and presence in the moment. Soft silence cradles the senses, the mind is free from distractions, and inner peace emerges. This contemplative, mindful poem celebrates stillness, reflection, and the quiet beauty of everyday life.

Poem ‘Why Read the Heavy Chats’ reflecting on empathy, human connection, emotional support, and understanding through online conversations.

Twelve people sit outside, crickets and toads filling the evening air. Nervous but curious, I turn to my friend and ask a simple question, sparking laughter and conversation. For the first time, I initiate a dialogue in a large group, experiencing the joy of connection, shared voices, and the subtle magic of human bonding.

Loneliness isn’t just about being alone—it’s a feeling we all know, but experience in deeply personal ways. Whether you avoid it, sit with it, or create from it, your relationship with loneliness can reveal surprising truths about who you are. In this post, we explore five unique loneliness styles, how they shape us, and what we can learn by reflecting on them. Plus, take a short quiz to discover your own.

A solitary person sits on a wooden bench in a misty forest at dawn, surrounded by soft light and swirling fog that represents restless thoughts. It conveys healing and quiet reflection in solitude.

Discover how your sleep pattern and circadian rhythm work together to help you get the best sleep. Learn about the different animal-inspired chronotypes—Bear, Lion, Wolf, and Dolphin—and find out the best time to sleep for each type. Understand the difference between the duration of sleep cycle and the length of sleep cycle to improve your better sleeping habits and wake up feeling refreshed every day.

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“Fear of Moving Forward” is a reflective and inspirational poem about overcoming the hesitation and pain that come with change. It explores the struggle to let go of the familiar, face the unknown future, and find strength in healing and perseverance.

This poem explores the emotional depth of heartbreak through the metaphor of a cavern in the heart shaped like a lost loved one. It reflects on feelings of pain, loss, longing, and the struggle to let go. The poem captures the lingering impact of love and the difficulty of moving on from someone who no longer fits in your life.

This poem explores the transient nature of relationships and the importance of appreciating each person’s presence. It emphasizes acceptance, emotional openness, and understanding that people come and go in life.

This poem explores the ebb and flow of daily life—from sluggish mornings to the slow companionship of an aging dog, to the repetitive grind of work, and finally to moments of mindful pause and creative escape. It’s a candid reflection on how we wrestle with time, purpose, and presence in a busy world.

Sometimes the mind won't slow down, no matter how hard you try. But sitting still, in nature, and visualizing each thought drifting away—like a train on leaves down a quiet stream—can create a moment of calm. It’s not about stopping the thoughts, but learning to let them pass.

As an introvert, making friends is a challenge. We don’t walk up to people, like cats. We expect people to approach us, caress us with...

I don’t know what to write, or, rather, what you would like. Because, I desire to resonate, create a connection with you. My hands become...

Some fear the night, terrified of the unseen. But, I? I embrace it. Wrap it around me like a cloak, gaze up into the hood filled with...

Resentment is the bitterest venom congealing in the core of your vessel. Feed it, and it rises through your body. Hot. Devouring your...

Alone in my room. A prickly sensation spurns my insides. I must move. Do something productive, constantly. Be around people, constantly....

I wish to go home... but, home isn’t there. I’m in the wrong time. The people aren’t there. Only ghosts. The building turned to ash. I...