Humanity
A HAIKU CALLED
This poem was inspired by the works of Kate Curry's blog regarding the Blue Chakra. You can view her website at: https://www.darngoodyarn.com/blogs/darn-good-blog/vishuddhi-the-throat-chakra-blue-color-theory#:~:text=The%20blue%20chakra%2C%20Vishuddhi%2C%20is,effectively%20use%20our%20creative%20energy.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 3 years ago in Confessions
this is my first year away from home and i'm kind of happy about it
This is my first year away from home. The first year away from family, friends, and christmas stockings. Away from tinsel and baubles and flashing lights. Away from the Christmas spread with ham and gingerbread and trifle. No being crushed by too familiar hugs. No presents. I am so relieved.
By Jaimie3 years ago in Confessions
Unpacked Boxes
The brown box is a sentinel of sorts and a gravestone. Festooned with tape that no longer sticks, torn away and replaced too many times, that declares "FRAGILE" with ironic truth. It landed there five years ago, just for a while, and stayed there carrying the sentiments of a dead life as the new one went on without it. Scabbed over, it's disappointment and accusations are the reason that the door to the front room stays closed more often than not,
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Confessions
The Drugs Don't Work Anymore
I was walking through Hyde Park in Leeds listening to a song that reminds me of many things and yesterday added more memories to it, more than what I thought could be added to a song that I'd previously assossiated with boredom. Smoking cigarettes on my mums balcony or through the kitchen window, with the extractor fan whizzing behind my head worrying that it will wake the others up as I puff on the cigarette taking in the words. These moments already remind me of the past, The Verves album and Bitter Sweet Symphony in particular. It reminds me of my art foundation and a tutor talking in a lecture about how he had wanted to mimic Richard Ashcroft in every manner. I had no clue who the bloke was at first I recognised the song and the area the video had been filmed in that too had memories linked to it; greasy spoon cafes and leather jacket clad thugs. Walking over the car as it pulls to a stop at the junction in Hoxton the era of the early 2000's it makes me smile in a bitter sweet symphony through the bitter sweet simplicity of it all.
By John Gilroy3 years ago in Confessions
My Abusive Ex is the Reason I'm Fat
I know it may sound like I’m shifting the blame, but my ex is the reason I’m fat. I didn’t gain weight because he was a great cook, or because our relationship centered on going to fancy restaurants or eating fast food. The reason I’m fat is because my ex used food to abuse me.
By Jade M.3 years ago in Confessions
Stop stopping yourself
I'm a big believer that you can be your own worst enemy. And when it comes to being our own worst enemies, we are especially mean to ourselves. We say things like "I just can't do it." "I'll never make any money." "Why even bother?" We know better than anyone else that these things aren't true but we still believe them—because we're the ones saying them! So this week I want to encourage you: stop stopping yourself! You owe it to yourself to stop being so mean to yourself and start being kinder instead.
By Deladem Kumordzie3 years ago in Confessions
THINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES
THINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES Some rock musicians are recognised as much for their flamboyant, premature, or just plain odd demises as for their great lives. Sadly, a rock star's lack of privacy often follows them into the afterlife since, as soon as they pass away, images, inquiries, and hypotheses surrounding their demise appear online. Fans will delve deeply into the stories behind the deaths of their rock idols today more than ever thanks to social media accessibility and humanity's age-old morbid fascination with death.
By Paul Smith3 years ago in Confessions
