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The Big "I" Word
When my husband walks into a room, the TV goes on. If the TV isn't on he looks at you very suspect. He's peering at you with pure concern in his eyes, "What's wrong?". It took me a long time to get use to this. I remember one time he came in and I was lying on the couch in the dark. I still smile at his reaction. He said almost fearful, "Are you okay? What's going on? Why is the TV off? Why are you being weird?". I started laughing. I am the millennial in our relationship. Of all the weird things I could do in a day, this was not one I would have thought of as weird.
By simplicityabout a year ago in Geeks
Lessons for Living
"Good afternoon", my grandpa says smiling. I look at the clock, it says 9am. My mom adds, "Hey, It's the holidays." I look at all their smiling faces and I feel home. If I could bottle up that feeling, the moments, and share it, I would. I have it saved inside myself, but some how that doesn't seem enough.
By simplicityabout a year ago in Motivation
The Conceptual Planet: Into Outer Space-Micah's Story
Everything looked sanitized under the iridescent light. The light was harsh and unforgiving. So unflattering, it eliminated any need to be concerned with looks. Everyone looked bad under it. The dark circles under his eyes were worn as badges of commitment. He almost felt proud they were there. He was the fittest he had ever been in his life in preparation of this trip. She would be shocked to see him this way. If he wasn't in his suit the light would have illuminated his muscles, but hidden away he was a middle aged man wearing his years on his face. His wifes disappearance had aged him. Most days he didn't give a thought to his appearance. She had allowed him to get comfortable. Now, the word was just a symbol of a feeling he could only just remember. There was no one else for him, of that he was certain. Her goals were now his own. Her work, her legacy was important.
By simplicityExclusive • about a year ago
Book Review: All The Beauty In The World
For a moment I could be a ghost in the halls of the Met. I could be the ghost I feel like and wished to be. I could pretend my mother and I were again strolling the halls of a museum. Countless walks, many at the Bowers Museum. Times we didn't take for granted, but now I do.
By simplicityExclusive • about a year ago
Conceptual Planet: Into Outer Space-Micah's Story
Conceptual Planet: Into Outer Space Micah's Story As he sat on the bench outside, his thoughts scatter without her to sweep them up. He couldn't stop asking himself what he was doing, but each time, he would answer the question with just one thought of her. He sat there waiting for his ride speculating on what was coming in the future months. It was hard to believe it had been years since she disappeared.
By simplicityExclusive • about a year ago
Agathokakological
Early riser for a day passer Hurried walker for an expendable with minimal obligation Hour break, hour for immersion. Even if it's just a toe dip Freedoms easiest form Streaming Endless places, endless people Met in the still of my decision The sunlight beating down, burning, tanning skins, as I pull the shade tight The rectangular glow from the corner lighting the room Giving a more flattering complexion Like those I watch Hiding lines from anger, joy, thought, confusion and days at the beach, of life Perfect darkness to lose myself My life Maybe find parts of myself again Secretly see memories Find an interest For a moment Hoping to laugh, solve a mystery, join a mission, meet a genius, gawk at an unattainable hottie, feel appreciation, avoid a cry I understand all too well But want to feel the pain Watch what I could never be Chess move after chess move, perplexed by the complexity Wishing for the drink on others lips, company others keep, houses others roam, life others lived, a more perfect pain from hardship More Deserved Interesting How can humans do and be so many things While killing, Others and always themselves In some way Drinks, drugs, and love Always Agathokakological love Romance I claim to not understand True romantics curse themselves with love Devouring every line Falling in the dark Sold by the best Thank God I'm not with an actor I'd never know It must be different than what we all do everyday It must It must be worth something Then write! Writing as offerings Make the perfect script! As amends Repeating words, chanting ideas, changing events, turning over plots Until the characters are visible In each motion In each emotion Until I hate writing and watching Until I can't Stories cripple and linger as haunting bad moods and unexplainable attitude Until it all blends together Muddled genres like the muddled drinks people make to forget Until I write a script as an affront to movies No one could make it work The structure unfamiliar Too strange and too real to make sense Confusing as the world it sprung from Was that the point Maybe, If I weren't me But there's always tomorrow To be me and not me, just pieces Hold on to the familiar or forget with new Find a perspective More pieces Pretend to try again Knowing the effort protects the vulnerability Like padding around an egg for an egg drop challenge expirement Excuses to avoid failure Proving my time was wasted Until I need to fill the room with the professionals again knowing the devils in the details While avoiding him Backlight as a spotlight
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
Settling S.I.L.E.N.C.E
S: Soft steps pebbling the pavement while the city sleeps I: In search of nothing L:Lavender wafts, lobbying the senses E: Enriched by the anxiolytic effects, easily succumbed to N: Normal daily narratives, now, reevaluated by the pacifist C: Concluding nothing can be done at the moment E: Ending all stirrings
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
