Humanity
Life in the COVID-19 Era
In March of 2020 my life changed forever when COVID-19 and it Detroit the reaction was very similar to Sandra Bullock’s movie “Birdbox” or “Outbreak” it was complete chaos 1 pound of beef was being sold for at $10. There was no toilet paper for sale and people were going broke at unbelievable rates there was no doubt in my mind that the end would come any day. I thought I was a dead man for sure. 12 people I know personally died from COVID-19 and my biological and only older brother caught it and almost died he called me scared and my strong demeanor comforted him though I secretly thought he was going to die.
By Curtis Greene5 years ago in Confessions
Why I wright? Because it is right.
Writing is an art form; full of expression, admiration, passion, and creative perplexities. To express oneself I wish to delve into the realm of realism, relatability and awe. Allow me to fill your mind with tales of my experiences which haunt, enlighten and intrigue. The purpose of my writing is to teach my morals and allow someone to think before acting, whether it be about homelessness, suicidal ideation, depression or abuse. My writing will always have a personal message in which the audience will be able to relate. I wish for my writing to inspire and give hope. Writing is my passion, people listen as it is personal; from experience; from the heart, mind and soul. I release my emotions onto the page so others can heal and relate, to know they're not alone in this bittersweet reality. My writing gives me fulfilment as it releases and evokes emotions. It is my coping mechanism, some have cars, lovers, narcotics, video games, masturbation, television etcetera. I have my writing. In a perfect world to monetise and fund my writing will be a dream come true and to all the followers will have free, instant access. For those who wish to collaborate my eyes, ears and heart will always be open and willing to help. My writing is typically in the style of poetry as the flow is pleasant on the ears and eyes. My writing has turned many heads, from those who are haters of poetry to lovers of the art. The following is a short monologue I wrote about homelessness. It is one of many issues I wish to address through my writing. Although I have never been homeless I sympathise and empathise immensely. I hope you enjoy the following and will consider funding my work.
By Jack Kirwood5 years ago in Confessions
Bullshitting the Bullshitter
Tis the 4th Day of the 20th week in the Year of Lord Is there a more extra way to state the date? If there is you should have told me before I wrote this. I'm laughing becuase if you read that without a British accent you're joyless and I need you to get right. The english language allows us no shortage of ways to bullshit. Unfortunately I have been doing this kind of bullshitting my whole life. I could have started this piece with “Today” or given the actual date in plain English May 19, 2022 but as one who loves to agitate, I find it worth while to find annoyingly long ways to say things, so long as it makes the sentence flow like water and sound too eloquent for the more practical and less well read among us to replicate. See what I did there.
By Hannah Farrow5 years ago in Confessions
France
Is it easier to see something more clearly from the outside? As the French would say, Peut-être (perhaps). Many developed countries face the same issue. How to diversify their labor market or bring in talented/educated labor as well as those willing to do the jobs that many are not willing to. The richer your country is, the fewer babies who are born. One, because having a child becomes too expensive but also as women become more free with their own education, jobs and money…they chose to have fewer children. Old people also are living longer and the pension or social security systems that they rely on require labor to survive. Too many countries want to accomplish this diversification of the labor market without compromising any of their stubborn set ways or what they consider their “values.” Typically these values are nothing more that veiled supremacy of the ruling power/race. So far, all countries who refuse to bend, have failed. How have they failed? Let me count the ways.
By Sarah Manning5 years ago in Confessions
To The Man in the Blue Truck
When I accidentally blew through a red light and you had to slam on your brakes to avoid hitting me, the gesture you gave me out the window and the curse words you threw my way–words that you deemed important enough to roll down your window to make sure I heard you scream at me–caused me to cry.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
Why I Meditate Inside Coffins - Charly Boy
My brother surprised me yesterday when he told me "Do you know Charly Boy sleeps inside coffins?" I told him that could not be true so he told me to look it up and lo and behold, there was a picture of Charly Boy lying down inside a coffin.
By Jide Okonjo5 years ago in Confessions
Mouse Trap
My family and I moved out to a little town in Northern Ontario this past October. We knew going into it we had mice around, its inevitable when you are in the country and our house is old with lots of cracks and places to get in. Knowing this we cleaned the poops we found when we moved in, made sure food was in cupboards they could hopefully not access. We also went as far as to take preventative measures and buy this mouse sonar thing that keeps them away. I convinced the husband not to buy mouse traps or poison as I didn’t want anything to die in here. I have a habit of trying to save them, even from my cat.
By Chelsea Hope5 years ago in Confessions
Thoughts are the soil for your Soul!
I have been asking myself questions questions about why I allowed things to get out of hand. I knew the path my life was supposed to take and I planned accordingly, which included marriage. I made it up to that point of marriage. I had built an image for myself that the public looked at as above upstanding. I love my life I love my job I love my family. I didn’t plan on a wife that just didn’t understand my plan and I didn’t plan on events that took place at my job that caused me to have PTSD. These two things a wife who didn’t understand or love and didn’t support me and the PTSD all at the same time caused me too lose control forget my focus and lose direction I had planned to go in.
By AVW5 years ago in Confessions
Where am I from?
If you know me, I am a very social butterfly. Ask me a question, and you'll learn a lot about me. But this is a question where inside I feel that I am rolling my eyes as I take a breath to try to get this question answered. For some people, this question is a simply one word reply. But for me, there's an explanation required after the answer.
By Misty Paul5 years ago in Confessions
