Humanity
Savage Alchemy
Savage alchemy is a concept I came up with while struggling through my life to process the ass load of trauma I have survived since birth. I have always appreciated learning new things and challenging why we all do things the way we do. My brain works so unlike anyone I know. I have since the earliest of memories been able to digest very large concepts, break them down to their core components, and then connect them in a new way that I feel is much more balanced and understandable.
By Indigo Phoenix4 years ago in Confessions
Real Men Cry Alone
I have a confession. I cried over a woman this morning that has left my heart in a million pieces. I wanted this relationship to work so bad I was willing to do anything and everything to keep her. Giving her a monthly allowance because I thought that's what a provider does. Draping her perfect body with exotic linen she's never seen. Doing all I could to keep that beautiful smile on her face. I loved her unconditionally through thick and thin. Through arguments and disagreements. No obstacle would stand in my way. I wanted to be with this woman more then anything. I truly believed the reward was greater then the risk. I didn't love easily so when I fell for this woman I gave her my heart and soul to make it work. From the first time I laid eyes on her she gave me a unfamiliar supply of love and passion I never knew existed. I now recognize and understand the mistakes I made with her but I truly believed together we could conquer all. No distance or any distraction could stand in our way.
By ET Productions 4 years ago in Confessions
Who Doesn't Love the Maccaw
When I first saw that Vocal.media was sponsoring a writing challenge which needed to include the endangered bird the Maccaw I groaned so loudly I woke up my slumbering wife. She was pissed, and when I told her what it was that had caused my loud outburst she got even more pissed. "Dan, you are a freakin idiot" or something like that was what she said. I really wasn't paying any attention to her at that point because all I could think about was how stupid of an idea that actually was. After a time, as I pondered it more, the idea actually began to make me angry. It was so stupid that I was becoming angry. Angry with the world, angry with myself, angry with the good people at Vocal.media, but mostly angry at the Maccaw, a bird I had only every previously thought about on those few rare occasions when I had deployed it as an answer in a NY Times crossword puzzle.
By Everyday Junglist4 years ago in Confessions
Anonymous I am not
I wish I was anonymous on Vocal. Hold your breath, I already know what you are thinking. My name can be changed at any time but we all know the truth. Once, something is attached to your government name, there is no turning back. When something is attached to your name, something holds you back. You have to be more cautious about the pieces of yourself you leave in your writing. I wanted to free myself by writing about the worst night of my life but someone close to me felt that information shouldn’t be tied to my name and suggested I submit it anonymously. There isn’t an anonymous feature. Every word I say is tied to my name.
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Confessions
Remembering the Riots
11th August 2011 is a day I will never forget. It started as any would at that time in my life. I woke from a depressive daze in the latter portions of the morning just before afternoon arrived. I met up with JD, and while our friendship did not stand the test of time this memory certainly does. We met at Piccadilly Gardens in Manchester, and soon made our way on foot through Deansgate to the Great Northern Warehouse. Back then the Odeon was an AMC, a strange American hangover of a large conglomerate in what was a mostly abandoned post-industrial wasteland. Hipsters hadn’t quite had their way with Manchester back then.
By Ushiku Crisafulli4 years ago in Confessions
One Saturday afternoon...
This is a true story, and it is most recent. I have rarely encountered what occurs, but when it happens it stresses me out. So I have to write about it. No direct names will be mentioned, and I summarize more than I give detail because when you have this kind of experience it’s more moment by moment recall. And I am not going to analyze the ‘what ifs’. I am going to just tell the story like it is.
By Rachael J. Davis4 years ago in Confessions
My Feelings On Dreams
*This piece could trigger some people* PTSD/Rape Flashbacks How other people dream has always fascinated me. Ever since I had children, I found my dreams to be few and far in between. I remember most of them important to me. Even as a small child, my dreams used to mean something to me. I don't really have good dreams. I can't really begin to say that I have ever awakened from a dream, knowing that it was a good dream. I feel like that is a crazy thing, but most of my dreams are just utterly strange.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 years ago in Confessions
My Struggle around Mental Health
Managing your life, time and energy can be difficult at times. I would argue that now in the era of Remote Working for many of us, it has become even more difficult to balance your work and personal life when everything happens in one place.
By Matthew Kennedy4 years ago in Confessions
What Makes Life Worth Living?
A confession before I begin: I am a fan of Woody Allen’s “Manhattan”. Yes, I know that Mr. Allen is probably not the most acceptable figure in the American film industry now - and maybe I should have second thoughts about including him here as an influence in this piece - but you cannot ignore that body of work or the influence he has had on other comic talents. I first saw the film as a kid of the '80s and I really felt that it spoke to me as I got older, had relationships that did not always work out, and finally saw Manhattan (only five years after the film’s release).
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
Is Faking it Till You Make it True?
I always like to believe that I am the bigger person in every situation in my life. I also have a terrible habit of never admitting I’m wrong (because I never am). This can sometimes cause a conflict in my male-female relationships but hey ho. Who needs a man?
By Terri Allen4 years ago in Confessions
