Childhood
Black and White
COLORS I was born at the beginning of the 60’s. Television was still new to the public. My parents purchased their first T.V. around my fourth birthday. I sat upon my dad’s lap and watched many shows growing up being the only female of eleven children, this gave me an advantage of being a daddy’s child. The movies were all in black and white. W. C. Fields, May West, Batman and Robin, Miss Kitty Show and Laurel and Hardy, were amongst my favorites to watch. In fact, the only time I watched television, was when my dad came home from work or on weekends.
By Poetic Empress- Original5 years ago in Confessions
Cutting it Close
Too much potassium could stop a heart. Too little could stop a heart too, but in a less accurate, more painful way. Back when they used to still kill people with lethal injection, potassium chloride was one of the ingredients in the cocktails that were pushed by intravenous drugs to bring about death. With enough potassium, it’s a fast way to die.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
The First Time I Lied
Let’s be honest with ourselves and admit that we all are filled with imperfections and what keeps us going forward is our idea of being perfect. Every day, we strive to become a perfect version of ourselves which is not easy at all. Tables turn, unexpected things happen and we end up with failure. Now this failure is a totally strange person, that person with whom you will feel uncomfortable with. That person whom you can’t look straight into his eyes. Very few of us are gifted with the ability to deal with failures; others just become anxious and start panicking. This is where lies come in to comfort us. Lies are amazing. They bridge the gap between our imperfect reality and the perfect dream.
By Pranjul Tyagi5 years ago in Confessions
These Are My Confessions
(Here's my playlist: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL54S-l9whMl6ZuetrDajerZNmOLBDoKrk) My life is a journey that sometimes I stop believing in, until I hear the ever so soft melodies of Pink Floyd on the radio. The soothing voice of Roger Waters has a way of easing me into the idea of accepting my dark side. If you took one look at me, you’d assume I should be cruising down the street in my 6’4, but I left my "thug" ways on the playground at the age of 13. I was a lonely kid. The kid that everyone knew, but no-one actually knew if you know what I mean. My father left me when I was two, so it’s safe to say ole papa was a rolling stone. The fact that he wasn’t around led to me to sort of idolize women. I’d put them on a pedestal, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Britney Spears was a part of my most toxic of playlists. She was my queen, my escape from the dull reality that I wallowed in when my mother was out with her home girls doing God knows what, and my solace when I could never get lucky with the popular white girls under the bleachers after basketball practice. As I ran up and down the court listening to Lil Bow Wow, I drooled at any opportunity to sneak a glance at any cheerleader that passed by. I grew my hair out for an entire year just to be like Bow Wow. Man, you just don’t know, Lil Bow Wow got all the girls. He wanted to be like Mike, and I wanted to be like Bow. The fact that a 5 foot nothing skinny black kid (like myself at the time) could have girls chasing him down the street screaming his name gave me hope. Sure, I was an attractive kid, but I was shy. It's funny because I was the most athletic, the smartest, and the most likable little fella’ in the 6th grade, but still I didn’t know how to flirt with girls until one of my buddies blessed me with an Usher CD. Yes, you heard me correct, a CD. You know those round discs that you’d stick in the portable CD player on your way to the bus stop? Yeah those. I’m glad I could refresh your memory. Usher made me dig deep inside of myself and bring my deepest darkest confessions to light. Although I had no drop top, at 7 O'Clock on the dot I’d call my best friend Jamie every day on the phone. Her and I would watch "Who’s Line is it Anyway" until it was time for mama to bust in my room screaming to get off the phone because she needed to call Tyrone. Jamie would call me every night, and every night I was oblivious to the fact that she had the biggest crush on me. We never dated, but those 7 O'Clock conversations prepped me for some very successful years with the ladies in high school. Oh, man, High School. What can I say besides the fact I went to four different high schools in two years. Why, you ask? Well, because I was a modern day Annie, but the male version. Every day I’d sit in my room singing tomorrow, oh tomorrow will be the day I come out of my shell and finally talk to the girl of my dreams. It wasn’t until I got involved with theatre arts that I truly came into myself. I found something I was truly good at, and I won all the awards to boot. I’ll never forget in 9th grade, as I performed “ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof”, the moment I felt like the luckiest cat alive. On my quest I went from listening to Phife Dawg, to singing in “Benjamin and the Technicolor Dream-coat”, and along the way I had found my tribe. I don’t care what anyone has to say, the band kids were the coolest kids in school, and it was my buddy Luke that introduced me to the band that would change my life forever. Who knew that all it would take was a little Blood, Sugar, Sex, and Magic to get my wand in motion. From that moment on I was the neighborhood rockstar. I went from baggy jeans with the 3x t-shirts, to rocking a medium “insert any popular rock band here”. I had finally found myself, and It was those days in high school that molded me into the eclectic, yet simple kind of man I am today. My mama always told me when I was young that I’d find a girl and settle down one day, and it’s all starting to come to life. Would you believe it if I told you that in college I was the stereotypical player? I mean, when I say I had girls in different area codes, I’m talking about the type that would make Ludacris proud. Yet, I’m still that lonely kid who keeps to himself. I know a lot of people, and a lot of people know me, but I still feel like no one really knows me, you know? On the outside, I’m still this likable guy with a welcoming smile, but on the inside I’d rather be to myself. I’ve finally met a woman that has my heart, and things are looking really good for us. She’s somewhat of an introverted extrovert too, and the fact that she likes Kendrick Lamar makes saying, "I love myself” for letting her in so much easier. As I’m writing this it’s bringing back so many memories that I’m starting to realize how much of an amazing life I’ve actually lived. It’s 11:15PM now, and I almost didn’t make the deadline because I had to take a break and reminisce on old times. Currently I’m holding an old Usher CD (yes a CD!), and wishing I started writing this at 7 O’Clock on the dot, instead of 9:30PM. The CD is in pretty bad shape, but I still managed to hear the classic “Confessions" jam that brought me out of my shell as a kid. So this is it. These are my confessions of how music took me from being a shy popular kid, to the introverted/extroverted/loner/ladies man that I am today. With all that being said, I wonder how Britney’s doing..
By Jeremiah5 years ago in Confessions
Disco Boy
Jim’s Woods Summer 1978 – Dunmark Park, Jerseyville/Alberton Area. Disco Boy. In case you hadn’t caught it in my last tale, I used to be into disco. I was ten years old and the movie 'Saturday Night Fever' had left a big impression on me. Huh? What? I'm not the only one? Phew, good okay, now I don't feel so embarrassed. Anyway, one day my Pop had come through Jerseyville to pick me up, so that we could spend time together. It always felt surreptitious to me, when my Pop would pull into our driveway with his Volkswagon van. I still love the sound of those engines, when you grow up with them, it is a very familiar and heart warming sound. My Pop, Randy, drove nothing but VW beetles or vans since I was little, until he moved to Thunder Bay, then he switched to a Lada, cuz they could handle the winters.
By Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction. 5 years ago in Confessions
Won’t it be Grand
My Grandpa was a preacher. He hosted a small service every Sunday in a quaint little building with old wooden church pews that had velvet cushions. Despite the fact that they may have looked inviting with their vintage charm, they’d make your butt fall asleep faster than anything I’d ever sat on. The place always smelled like old paper. Which is fitting, I guess, given the fact that every pew kept at least 10 bibles and a hymn book to go with it. The hymn books were mostly red but not a new red. They were more of a brick red, and they were old and some were tattered. They showed their age the way the building did, but the songs were still the same.
By Ellen Hulburt5 years ago in Confessions
Peter Pan
Yes, I feel lonely. Yes, I have feelings too. In fact, my feelings tend to be what others care the least about. After all the kindness I've shown, and the fun adventures I take them on, they still tend to want to leave. Why? Because they miss their parents? Because they miss home?
By Ayra Mirza5 years ago in Confessions
MY TEENAGE MUSIC ESCAPE AWAY FROM LIES
In my early childhood years spent on candies and video games, I had a thing for music. I always have. Still do even now. It was as much as my ears could bear the rhythms and the musical instruments used to create a masterpiece that made me escape harsh reality of obliterating truths. A mental escape somehow. A way to take a heavenly path towards a dream to become more powerful than the eating disorder chubby fellow I was that could barely slam a fly down because of a sense of injustice. Why would I end the life of a buzzing bug if I could not believe myself of how to change mine?
By Audric L Fredricson5 years ago in Confessions
A Kid Growing up in the 70's
A Kid Growing Up In The 70” s - What a Shit Show What the Hell were you thinking? It is believed that the stars and heavens predetermine your life path by the time and date you are born. I agree this might be true. I also think that life experiences can and do contribute to what we say, do and how we act. Unfortunately, destiny, karma and maybe even hormones play a part in disorientating our thought process. Hence creating moments in your life, you would rather forget. I look back and see one cringe worthy moment after another in my early adolescence. It crept about just waiting to pounce as it conjured in my mind abstract truths and distorted realities. The aftermath engulfed by a common theme; I am going to haunt you until your last breath. It is quite possible that in truth, “shit happens.” Somewhat proven by the following follies.
By Amber D. Coughlin5 years ago in Confessions
Hitch hiking
Hitchhiking: Part 2. Summer 1983 From 2625 Jerseyville road west, to C.H. Bray elementary school, Ancaster On. Yes, by the following summer, hitch hiking along Jerseyville road, was well established by ‘me’ and myself alone. I never, ever, saw anyone else hitch hiking on the road. Saw a few people walking, or riding bikes though. One of the few people I’d often see walking along the road was Richard Klimowski. He was the guy that if you’d honk at him driving by, he’d stop walking, grin and point at you as you’d drive past. His finger following your car. Always made me laugh as a passenger...still does, just thinking about it! He romantically, brought my mother a hand picked bouquet of flowers one early summer’s eve...sweet, but he knew damn well my mother was married.
By Jim E. Beer - Story writer of fact and fiction. 5 years ago in Confessions
