Childhood
White Angels
White angels slowly twirled and danced around me. But they would disappear as soon as they gently landed on my purple, outstretched tongue. The ear thumping silence was quenched with the harsh crunch of every staggered step and the harsh drag of my every breath. All was still. All sat perfect, as if ready for presentation with a thick layer of soft white icing for aesthetic. I scanned ahead cracking my stiffly frozen parka from the movement. But only the same, almost staged, perfection of stillness and dancing crystals revealed itself. By now I had long ditched my broken skis. Three and a half years I cared for them and now they had left me. A heartbreak of sorts if you wish. Yet this hurt was more than a heartbreak, as each painful breath didn’t relieve me as I kept foolishly hoping it would. It only further tightened my chest. Suddenly my boots stopped sinking into the snow as much with my every step. The ground below had hardened. It wasn’t rocky though; it was unnaturally flat. Glancing down I could still see the white powder. But as I bent over, knees buckling, and cleared the powder, I saw my own cold reflection. Warped maybe, but still definitely me. I smiled slightly, cracking my blistered lips. “Rivers always lead to people,” as mum always used to say, in case I got lost tobogganing or fishing when I was young. But I never did. Ironic? Maybe, but I listened for once and set off downstream or at least I hoped it was. The even surface was a relief I thought, despite me not being able to feel my lower half.
By Greg Dolgopolov4 years ago in Confessions
The Self Therapy Diaries
In the effort to save money and save my soul, I have officially decided that instead of holding everything in my head, I'm going to turn to writing out whats in there and no go to a therapist, because that's the healthy alternative to a broke b*tch who wants to get it all out there. I just want to publish these on this website and never promote them, and whoever stumbles upon them - congrats I'm welcoming you in to my crazy brain.
By Mackenzie Coberley4 years ago in Confessions
Memories
On a small farm, as small kid growing up in the Ozark mountains of Arkansas the pond would freeze over every winter. That pond was frozen taking over my depressive emotions. All I could think about was my swimming hole was gone. I was a kid so grey skies and ice meant gone forever to me back then.
By Anthony Watts4 years ago in Confessions
Glory Days
Dancing the last dance at the party for our graduation was emotionally mixed. Exciting, yes, however, I knew that this would be the last time I would see many of the people I shared high school with. I had been asked by a couple of friends to go with them to the graduation party, but the fun had just begun. In my small community, everyone knew everyone, especially each of us from the four high schools in the area. We would get together at our part-time jobs, our lunches, and at our house parties. We had initiations in grade nine, but now that would be called 'bullying'. The important thing is that we at every age, stage, and grade got along and supported each other. Through our personal trials, public speeches, air bands such as Janet Jackson, Gun's and Roses, the Rolling Stones, and fashion shows... and our relationships with our teachers, we could derive heart and soul. Whether in a physics class or amassing at a local diner with our math teacher playing guitar, we didn't know how special those days were because we had to grow up.
By Erin Liley 4 years ago in Confessions
A King's Disturbance
As humans we tend to have a thought process of everything is going to be alright which it will be, but not how we want it to be. We get ahead of ourselves when we see something that others owned that we wanted. Well I am one of those people and I am also and over thinker. It isn't good to let people know your weakness, but recently I decided to just get up. Not out of emotion, but out of disturbance. My peace was finally broken after releasing coast to coast and things started clicking. So the saying stay down till you come up only applies to the normal people reading this, for reasons being since I have been five years old my plan has been working. I just had to really grow into Darius, let me explain that better. The name Darius has been around before you guys even thought about becoming successful or the idea of changing the world, basically any idea before the world actually started to expanded on goods,services and social media. I am moving in the right direction and explaining living a few years away from my thirty's is where I want to be. There a lot of hidden talents but hard work always beats talent and that is why I still work so much. I work so much I push people out of my life because I never sleep and that's because a King sits on his throne and waits to make his moves. As a King I have been waiting to make my move since Kindergarten, because the King discovered his purpose at that age, but since I was a prince and my Dad was sailing around the world, he was learning his story. So yes the name and the story is real, this isn't dramatized either you guys just talk too much you can't see that I've been getting mine. Like I said I have hidden talents, I quit the chess club at the age of six. I know how to play its just better when the world is your chess board. I can't remember exactly what age but I know I got invited to this studio to audition for Disney Channel and my mom all of sudden forgot all the delinquent activities I did. I ended up getting in but we turned it down because its still a business and everyone is required at least a year of acting school. I had no agent either so I just took the skill and started using it to lay low til my thrown is ready.
By Darius Cherry4 years ago in Confessions
My Native Village
When it comes the matter of my native village, I can't refrain from speaking high of it because it is so in all respects. From the lush green agricultural lands to orchards, from irrigation canals to the Government Farms, from a Govt. Primary School to a College and Primary Health Centers, it has everything in its vicinity. O My God! I got swayed away with emotions and forgot to tell you the name of my village. Yes, it's Chhoti Tengraila under Naubatpur Police Station in Patna District.
By Nira Kumari4 years ago in Confessions
Forgot your PE kit again?
Those days of Physical Exercise. A light hearted look at PE in schools of the sixties. Two years ago I broke my big toe by dropping a cupboard door on it, it snapped in two and I was off work for a while, (about 8 weeks), now that toe has come back with a vengeance, I seem to have a touch of Arthritis in it which when throbbing is almost the same as gout.
By Eric Harvey4 years ago in Confessions
Shades of Blue
“Hey mom, could I dye my hair blue? You know like Sherri’s” I asked her one day on my way home from school. I was in the fourth grade and had been sick and the doctors didn’t know what was wrong with me. She said we’ll see and that she would talk to my dad that night about it. From what she has told me about the conversation with my dad, her pitch was that I had so much going on at the time and had so many tests coming up it’s not really a big request. They both were in agreement that if it made me happy I could do it.
By Michelle Taylor4 years ago in Confessions
