love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Heartsick
I think my heart is sick… and I don’t mean in the classic term of being “heartsick.” I don’t miss someone, specifically, but the feelings that they used to awaken in me. I miss the feeling, of being connected, understood, and heard. There is a warmth in my heart that is gone since that love has left me. I believe that my heart is sick because it needs love.
By Nathan Archibald7 years ago in Humans
Who Ever Said Love Was Fair?
Love is easy, at least, that's what they say. I've thought over and over about what I want out of life, about who I want in my life. In an ideal world, it would be as simple as that, I'd know what I want and I'd go for it. But what if you don't know what you want? Or what if, worse, you do know what you want? What if what you want is bad for you, bad for other people? At what point do you cut your losses and just go for it?
By James Waters7 years ago in Humans
Hopeless Romantics
Love is like the beat of a drum. You can control it but after you create the music you should just sit back and admire it. Love is scary, irrational and strange. But love drives us. Love is the driving force of life. We crave love and we should cherish love. Love isn’t easy but it is worth the fight. Never shy away from something or someone you love. Don’t cower in the presence of love. Embrace love and help it grow in yourself and others. Once you find the one you’re meant to be with you will know. Nothing you do will feel the same. Everyday tasks have meaning. You will experience constant joy and pleasure from the minute you wake till the minute you lay your head down.
By Chiara Carpenter7 years ago in Humans
Death Hurts!!!
Way back in my olden days, I managed to pay attention and study one of my favorite writers of all time—Edgar Allan Poe. I have to admit that the only writing I was sort of familiar with was his poem, "The Raven." In short, it spoke of a man who was sitting get in his library one midnight when a crowd flew into his window. Because he was alone and had nothing else on his agenda, he engaged in a make-believe conversation with the bird knowing full well that the only answer would be "nevermore" as he inquired about his lost love, Lenore.
By Maurice Bernier7 years ago in Humans
The Hard Lesson of Learning Everything Does NOT Go as Planned
I was that girl that had it all together as it looked on the outside. If I were to guess everyone's view of me, I'm pretty average, a goody two shoes, Christian, very quiet, mellow, and plain. I pretty much grew up in church and youth group. I had the purity ring and all. I was dedicated to that too, no matter how tempting sex is. I know you are lying if you say you were never tempted with someone you really like.
By Ashly Arbes7 years ago in Humans
Intimacy and Why It Fails for Some of Us
When you think of intimacy, what's the first thing that comes to your mind? Is it the way they look at you when the sun shines into your eyes in the morning? Is it that moment where you feel fully content with the people you've surrounded yourself with? Or is it the thought of them giving you everything you've ever wanted?
By Itzel Jimenez7 years ago in Humans
Prays
If she cries when she prays, when she prays for you, don't take that for granted. She doesn't pray like that all the time. No, when she prays she doesn't do it like that. She's quiet and quick, but, that's her and God. But, when she prays for you, she goes to her quiet spot, and she talks to God. She lays her heart out in his hands and her soul dances at his feet. Because when she prays for you, she is giving everything she has to God. When she prays for you her voice cracks, and her tears fall like wildfire. Because she feels every word in her soul, as if what she's asking is her own, and not yours. Don't take that for granted, she's never prayed like that for anyone. But, then, you aren't just anyone. No, you are a fire in her soul. She doesn't even pray for herself that way. So, don't that, don't take her, for granted. Not everybody has a girl like that.
By Katie Edwards7 years ago in Humans
Someone Else, but You
Life was good when I first met you. To put things into simple terms, things were too good to be true. You showed no warning signs and I thought you were a gift sent from God. I was struggling from depression and thought that I finally got what I deserved, but little did I know, I would actually get what you thought I deserved. After things were perfect for several weeks’ things ended abruptly and I was back into my deep darkness. I knew that I couldn’t rely on people for happiness, but promises you made to me made me feel like you would always be there. No warning but blind-sided and you were gone. The perfect angel that I considered you to be was an image that I created to try and make my life better. You made me feel like this horrible disorder I struggled with could be cured by love and that pills would no longer be an option. However, you came into my life and left with an outcome that was completely different than that. Instead of getting rid of my pills, I had to take higher dosages to erase the life you made me believe in. I respected you through all of it, but never quite understood; if something was perfect, how could you let it go? Without a fight, you were destined to leave my life. Music that used to be comforting is now triggering. You left with no blood on your hands while I thought of harming myself and blood dripping on mine. You are a liar and a fake and I was blinded by “love” to see that you were mysterious and would eventually hurt me. Nevertheless, that did not stop me as I would continue to want you back into my life. I thought that if I could just get you in my bed one more time I could win you back. How could you blame me for being addicted to toxicity when I believed in something completely opposite and fell hard with your lethal love. You had time to be my "friends with benefits," but never had time for an actual relationship. More lies and I still wanted to believe that you were a picture-perfect person. Until, I moved away, and I did not want you to visit because I was not in the right mental state. You did not care and sent a message portraying who you truly were. You finally made me realize that you were self-absorbed and truly evil. You made it clear that you never wanted to speak to me and all because of my depression. A disorder that does not define me, but causes me to have temporary sadness at times, but you could not love me despite those flaws because those flaws were not visible, but in my mind. That night I received those messages I wanted to die, but I realized that you were nothing to me. You caused more harm than happiness and I do not need someone in my life to contribute to my depression rather than help eliminate it. I wish I knew it sooner and truthfully wish I never met you. I wish I never met you because, despite your horrible nature, I cannot stop loving you. Was I insane for loving someone so heartless? I still don’t know the answer as your words of hatred play in my head. Words are not worth much unless they are coming from someone worth something to you. Unfortunately, you were worth a lot in my mind and I let your words affect me more than they should have. You told me not to respond and I could have told you off and made you feel as crappy as you made me feel, but you are not worth my time or energy. I say that, but it’s still hard for me to believe. Maybe I don’t want to hurt you because I have hope that you will come back. But come back and do what? You are so confident in who you are that there is no change in your heart or mind. I truthfully hope you get everything you want in life. No matter how much I can say I hate you, I do not want to do to you, what you did to me. I sit here sad and wondering why me, but I know that someday my reward will come, and you will see me happy with someone who is not you.
By Precious Life7 years ago in Humans
I'm Here
I slam the door to my apartment shut with so much force that I think a picture on my wall fell. "God damnit!" I sit down on my couch and put my hands on my face. "Don't cry, it's not worth it." I'm breathing really hard and just trying to control myself from destroying my home. I hear a knock at the door. "Whoever it is go away!"
By Gisselle Canales7 years ago in Humans
