Jhon smith

Joined November 2025

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Faith Written in Dust
They stood under thorns, asking for shade— as if pain could ever protect them. I chose the road. Not because it was easy,
By Jhon smithabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Whispers of Earth and Sky
Morning spills gold across the quiet sky, A hush of light where silver seabirds fly. Their wings like whispers brush the waking air,
By Jhon smitha day ago in Poets
Fading Ink
The box was never meant to be opened. It had lived quietly on the highest shelf of my childhood closet, taped at the corners, labeled in my own looping handwriting: “Important — Do Not Throw Away.” I used to think anything I labeled important would remain that way forever.
By Jhon smitha day ago in Writers
The Street That No Longer Knows Me
I turned the corner slower than I meant to, and the past struck with the force of something physical. For a moment, I wasn’t alone.
By Jhon smith2 days ago in Confessions
The Weight of Ink
Before screens hummed in my palms, I carried paper like a secret country. Five hundred pages once— handwritten, stubborn, alive—
By Jhon smith5 days ago in Poets
Where the Heart Used to Be
Your leaving did not change the world dramatically. The sun still rises. The streets still fill with noise. People still laugh as if nothing has shifted.
By Jhon smith12 days ago in Poets
The Epstein Files
By now, the name Jeffrey Epstein carries with it far more than the story of one man’s crimes. It is shorthand for power, silence, secret networks, and the tectonic clash between justice and influence. Today, as millions of pages of Epstein Files — documents tied to the investigations into his crimes — have finally been released to the public, the world watches, debates, and sometimes recoils. But what are the Epstein Files? And why are they still shaping headlines, political fights, and global controversies years after Epstein’s death? �
By Jhon smith14 days ago in Criminal
Strange Enough to Ruin Myself
I am strange— stranger than I ever admit. Strange enough to set fire to my own shelter, and stand there watching it burn
By Jhon smith15 days ago in Poets
The Success Paradox
The applause was deafening. It was the kind of sound that is supposed to validate years of late nights, skipped meals, and the relentless pursuit of "more." As I stood on that stage, clutching the award that symbolized my official arrival at the "top," I waited for the rush of adrenaline. I waited for the warmth to fill my chest.
By Jhon smith18 days ago in Motivation
Beyond the Tunnel
The Suffocation of the "Mental Tunnel" For as long as I could remember, I lived in a tunnel. It wasn’t literal—there were no damp brick walls or dripping pipes—but it was a world of shadows nonetheless. This was a psychological architecture of my own making. Everything felt closed in, suffocating, and terrifyingly narrow.
By Jhon smith19 days ago in Humans
Between the Floors
The building where I grew up had no elevator, but everyone still talked about floors as if they meant destiny. Upper floors were success.
By Jhon smithabout a month ago in Motivation
The Man in the Wolf Mask
The Guest Who Never Left The invitation was heavy, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of eucalyptus. It was addressed to "The Resident," a polite way of saying the previous tenant, but I opened it anyway.
By Jhon smithabout a month ago in Criminal