Humanity
A peek into an antisocial arsehole
I'm not a fan of people. I don't like listening to endless stories of self worth or self pity, I don't like lies and all humans can't help but tell an abundance of them, and I hate falseness. No, I despise it. Not to say I don't enjoy the company of others at times, of course I do, but I like to choose who that company is and when I am going to be a part of it, (or allow them to be a part of mine).
By Kayleigh Taylor4 years ago in Confessions
I Wrote Two Poetry Books. 13 Years Later, They Are Sealed Away.
Poetry. The language of the universe. Almost 13 years ago, I began putting together my very first book. Fueled by all of the perceived “injustice” of the world around me, I felt as if I was a walking cliche for the longest time. Just another troubled, lovesick young man; looking for anything to grip to, and begin my own misadventures in… Poetry. Of ALL genres, right? I know.
By The Rogue Scribe4 years ago in Confessions
Imagine Being Laughed At
Around ten months before I started highschool, I auditioned to play in my future school’s strings ensemble and to be a cellist in their orchestral strings regional arts program. What a mouthful, right? The audition went like this: greet the teacher, play two scales, play a piece, talk about myself, get my loyalty to the crown (otherwise known as the expensive instrument i carried around) questioned, leave with a headache.
By Ako Smith4 years ago in Confessions
The "Pet Peeve" Edition. Top Story - February 2022.
Two years into this and everyone is annoyed, right? What were once minor grievances have now escalated to anger inducing tantrums. I don't go out much, but I did on Thursday. It had snowed, the roads were slippery and drivers had to be extra vigilant. I saw a small car (I mean small enough that even a child could reach the roof) coming towards me and the only snow that had been removed was what the windshield wipers had pushed off. A while ago, I would have just rolled my eyes. Three days ago, I saw fit to yell obscenities (pointless, I know - no one could hear me) and flip him the bird.
By Karena Graca4 years ago in Confessions
I Want to Be Over Racism
I could've grabbed the strap to my bag at any time The leather tote that held my small purse, laptop, iPad, and journal hung by one of its straps from my shoulder as I tugged my carry-on out of the airplane's overhead compartment. “I should fix that,” I thought. But the people behind me were waiting to join the slow queue shuffling down the aisle toward the jetway. I left the outer strap hanging as I steered my suitcase ahead of me like a sleepwalking toddler.
By Jan M Flynn4 years ago in Confessions
Steadfast & True
I feel like I have a giant, gaping hole in my chest. I thought would fix itself over time. But it feels like it's been ripped out of my chest, squeezed until every drop of blood left its cavities and then dropped on the floor. My chest feels hollow and dark.
By Fira 4 years ago in Confessions
A Dream About Cats and My Film Professor
Somehow extra cats were getting inside our house. I counted them… 1…2…3…9? How did 9 cats get in our house? And a raccoon? They were sleeping under the couch, reclining in chairs, and staring out windows. They slept on the floor, wandered around for food, and played with toys.
By Andrea Lawrence4 years ago in Confessions
Reading with Martín, the Boy Who's Best at Playing
Martín tells me he doesn’t want to learn to read, and he won’t need it in his life. “No?” I say, perplexed. It throws me. How do I prove to a TV-obsessed 8-year-old that reading will benefit him? I don’t want to tell him, “You’ll need it to get into college” or “If you don’t learn to read, you’ll struggle to even apply for jobs.” Those reasons feel too external, too capitalistic, not focused enough on the singular pleasure of reading good books.
By Lissa Bay4 years ago in Confessions
Oh to DREAM
When I began my journey to selflove I hadn't actually allowed myself to accept the possiblility that I deserved to heal. I couldnt imagine living in a world where people accepted me. For what I'm sure felt MUCH longer than it actually was, I felt alone, left out, I was cold. Living with certainty that I deserved how I felt. I had internalized the idea that I was unloveable believing that IF love did exsist it wasn't something I'd get. At a very young age alienation began to feel comfortable it became my normal. I quickly forgot what it was like to not hate most-everything. I searched for reasons to explain my exsistance, I begged others to vocalize the things they appreciated that I hadn't allowed myself to see. I was so focused on the bad I had never given myself the chance to be greatful for what was around me. I had tunnel vision; there was a storm cloud overhead constantly, I never wanted to run from my pain I wanted to sulk in it I thought it belonged with me. It wasnt until I felt sufficated under the weight of my emotions that I had learned an important lesson: perception is everything.
By Ashley4 years ago in Confessions
Synchronization
It all started with a rush of heartache and a broken spirit. The head on my shoulders fell to my chest, where all was seemingly lost. No one prepares you for the roller coaster of emotions when someone wrongs you, yet somehow we continue to climb the mountain. However, what happens when the mountain starts to crumble as you begin to climb? In my experience, I tripped on those rocks and died that day.
By TcFarrand4 years ago in Confessions
