humanity
For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.
restless.
I wish my pussy had learned to be more loyal to love earlier. I mean that with all the forgiveness I can muster. She had become a woman early; too many young friends with similar stories. We was poppin pussy for the sport; some attention to wound never healed. I spent the rest of my days trying to catch up with the inner child left behind. I could hardly bring her back from the dead. Back then? Those were the days I hated myself the most, when existence felt so crowded it was almost always lonely. Surrounded by people like me, and many invisibles. Pain was the name of the game. Even in escaping you had to participate. Deadly shit for real. I walked by spirits daily- many with flesh left on the bones. Few shone like inexplicable light. Too many left hungry. I remember the days when loneliness would stir me so quickly off the path. There was never a real need for new company, but I figured something new had a better chance of filling the voids I never could.
By A.I. Reads5 years ago in Humans
Happy International Men's Day
Message to Start- Happy International Men’s Day This post is to wish all of my fellow men, a happy International Men’s Day. Yes, there exist, a day that is dedicated to the appreciation of men. We as men contribute a great deal to the world, even in the every day lives of others. We are brothers, fathers, husbands, boyfriends, sons, and friends. We are important. Men are crucial to the survival and continuation of the human race. Not only are we required for reproduction, but we are also crucial in the protection we give, the love we share, and the lessons we teach.
By Timothy A Rowland5 years ago in Humans
We Are Always Searching
One word is more clichéd than any other, love. We hear that damn word every day in movies, poems, and pathetic romance novels finding the perfect love. This Valentine’s Day of 2014, sucks as I work with decaying food in Safeway’s meat department. Smell of rotten meat being scanned for inventory of the meat barrels, unused meat. My eyes are pleased afterwards to see beautiful, white marble meat, uncut. The meat looks amazing like snow. Before I begin cutting into tri-tip, I see everyone fleeing on tip toes with over wasted roses that will be thrown away, 10-12 balloons for an added touch, turd shaped hearts of mashed chocolate , and the classic four-foot teddy bears. I remember being like that years ago, being in love and feeling I had everything. It didn’t become a fairy tale that ends so pretty, for me.
By Kyle Garon5 years ago in Humans
Trust through Commonality
For some reason, my father chose to move into a house, on the North West side of Oklahoma City. As memories of the house are recalled, my Mother will say the move was motivated by his want to be as far away from her side of the family as possible. Built in the 1940's, I remember walking through the house after we closed, I'm four or five, and believing every part was absolutely magical. I do not think I had ever seen an attic before. Dad will renovate, nearly the entire property, but my favorite parts remain the spaces that were a bit sketchy. Mom let us roller-blade in the house and as you went from one end to the other, a significant slant downwards would give you a good amount of momentum. The living room had a beautiful, huge, double pane window, that would fill up with water, like a fish tank, when we got rain.
By Jerika Perthuis5 years ago in Humans
Random Acts of Kindness During a Pandemic
A few days ago, someone did something incredibly kind for me. Superficially, it did not seem to be a 'big' thing. The other person certainly didn't think it was - when I was effusive in my gratitude, they got embarrassed, and dismissed the importance of the gesture; in their eyes, they were simply being a friend. It was nothing; just something that any friend would do.
By Christopher Donovan5 years ago in Humans
My Open Apology Letter
Dear___________, If you are reading this, most likely we haven't spoken in awhile. We met some where along the way, and at some point we parted ways. Whether it was intentionally or unintentionally it happened, and I am trying to process why.
By Kayla Lindley5 years ago in Humans
Seattle
Seattle 11/01/20 written by Thomas Lowry We had planned the trip to Seattle three months earlier. It would be our first vacation as a couple and we intended to pack in as much fun as we could over the course of a weekend. We would leave after work on Thursday and return on Monday morning. We chose Seattle because it was close to Vancouver; the dollar was good then, and there we things to see. Friends had ranted and raved about it so much that we decided that we should go too. There were so many sights they like the Space Needle, Pike Place mall, the Original Starbucks and so on. There was also a show on the Saturday night, an artist that neither Emma nor I had particularly strong feelings for, but a show is always a great thing to take in, especially in a foreign city, in a foreign country. I was excited for the coffee shops, the EMP and to explore the city that sparked one of the most influential music scenes of all time. Emma was happy just to take it all in. Emma is one of the rare people who are happy just about anywhere doing anything. Her zeal is rooted in her attitude, which is almost without bias. She doesn’t really ‘pick and choose,’ if that makes sense. While I’m definitive in what I like and don’t like, she doesn’t take part in such kind of prejudicial thinking. She refuses to put things into boxes to form an opinion. She isn’t a simpleton, not by a mile, she is just a special soul that doesn’t put much stock in what other people think, and in doing so she frees herself up to appreciate things on a much deeper level. Back when we were first dating I showed up for a dinner wearing a red sweater and purple socks. I can’t remember if I was trying to make her laugh or if I had just run out of clean socks but she looked over my ensemble without judgment. She smiled, and just seemed happy that I was there and that we could spend time together. Some girls might make a mental checklist of such a fashion blunder for future reference, but she really didn’t care. That kind of superficial shit just doesn’t bother her. At all.
By Thomas Lowry5 years ago in Humans









