Simon HeathcoteinThe Power of Poetry·22 hours agoReturn of the RepressedThe guillotine of childhood past once your sacred friend cleaved you from what you couldn’t bear. You wait long years for the return of the repressed. We are all haunted by what we have to face & our tools & attempts at self care only a tinkering, another avoidance. The world will always…Childhood1 min readChildhood1 min read
Max Smith·22 hours agoMember-onlyA Strong ScentThe odor hangs in the air Is it like cinnamon No, not like cinnamon Not half as sweet Is it like peppered corn No, not that either It isn’t quarter as nice Though like pepper it carries bite Is it like lavender No, lavender soothes the soul and calms the head Is it like Night Jasmine No, Night Jasmine has a flowery…Childhood3 min readChildhood3 min read
Micah JosiahinScribe·17 hours agoMember-onlyTo Be LovedA poem — He watched as his son played in the distance, not noticing the subtle ways children strive for attention. It’s ironic because he struggles with the same longing; he spent his whole life trying to be liked by everyone else; doing and pursuing the things they thought special — a life…Childhood1 min readChildhood1 min read
CDTPPW·1 day agoMember-onlyRest In Peace, Grandma!She Raised Me My grandmother, bless her soul, was like a second mother to me. I’m an only child, and my parents were quite young when they got me. They had no clue how to handle a baby, and on top of that, I was born under the normal weight and size. I…Childhood9 min readChildhood9 min read
Sisyphusglitching·19 hours agoFalling in love with adulthoodI took my time to fall in love with adulthood. Go easy on me. I had parents that didn’t handle it well and pined for childhood. I had the 90’s pop, punk, and rock and roll culture drumming it in my head that growing up is monotonous and soul-crushing. …Childhood2 min readChildhood2 min read
Shravani Sakpal·1 day agoWhat the F Happened to My Love of ReadingNo seriously, I used to be such an avid reader. When I was in the fourth grade, my mother got me a membership at a dingy little library which was around a kilometer walk away from home. I remember being dragged to the library, my mother paying a fee, and…Childhood4 min readChildhood4 min read
Simon HeathcoteinDead Poets Live·1 day agoNocturne No.1Cherry blossom drifting down the lane final fruit of another season while in the darkness we treasure such winged memory of light— of life, of spring of autumn I recall her hands long & slender floating in the depths of the keys as one of the great composers lit the burning torch of longing and, for a moment we could pretend we were a normal family. I was told never to reveal our secrets. Instead, I watched those betraying hands tell them to infinity & let myself be transported until I was old enoughChildhood1 min readChildhood1 min read
Nis;REinThe Power of Poetry·22 hours agoUmbrellaShape poem about childhood innocence & growing up — Childhood1 min readChildhood1 min read
Charlie ColeinPlethora Of Pop·1 day agoMember-onlyBarney and the Media We ForgetA childhood obsession reveals so much more — A distinct crunching sound comes from underneath the seat cushion. No doubt the hundredth cornflake to have lost its way among the furred and frayed fabric. That’s my fault, you see, I’m too busy snuggled into the chair watching my favorite program as a five-year-old. Everyone’s bestie and not at…Childhood4 min readChildhood4 min read
pooja yadav·1 day agoWhat a surprising lesson I learned from my 4-year-old child.kids learn lots of things. Some life lessons I learned from my boy. I was very scared when I became a mother. how will I take care of the baby? how big will it be But now my son is 4 years old, don’t know when he has grown up…Childhood4 min readChildhood4 min read
