love

All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.

I Remember...
What made you smile. Those silly, stupid voices I did for you all the time in between classes; where we only had roughly five minutes each break so we had to make the most of it. Running to find one another in the shortest amount of time possible. I remember how neither of us were people pleasers; we both had that default look on our faces that just screamed ‘don’t talk to me’. But then if we couldn’t find one another, we would just pass by each other and give the warmest smile to you and I. It only lasted for maybe a second at best, because we walked just so quickly. But I can still see the moment in my head if I close my eyes. We’d turn to each other, exchange smiles and maybe a little wave, and then back to staring down whatever was in front of us with that death stare. I always laughed to myself whenever it happened because I hadn’t done that with anyone else before.
By Jirasu4 years ago in Humans
Connection
Often, now that we have technology, we hear that phones and technology are the death of humanity or that everyone is too addicted to their phone to even be present in society anymore. This becomes even more apparent with COVID-19, considering we are required to physically avoid too much human connection. Yet I find, in any day and age, humans remain and will always remain connected. Why do we love our friends and family? Why do we get lonely? Why do we wish to have gone somewhere everyone else is hanging out at? We want to be with others, even if we value our solitude, in the end having someone is always better than being alone or more specifically being lonely.
By Azucena Pinedo4 years ago in Humans
What if: 6 Years Later.
The ginger ale was flat. Again. It always seems that the far-right soda gun at the bar produces a pitiful example of what a soda should be: cold, crisp, and fizzy. It was only cold. But my mind doesn’t want to focus on asking for a new one. No, there was something significantly more important looming on the horizon. And not just something, but someone. An old friend, with whom I somehow managed to muster up the courage to seeing her at this local little chain restaurant to catch up. Six years… how time has flown. So many memories between now and then. All mainly during college, but those four years blew past without anyone asking how or why. My mind begins to race back to the time right before college. To a much simpler and safer place: senior year of high school. Specifically, the second semester during the winter. Where all the pleasant times occur because of a single person’s kindness and desire to be around me.
By Jirasu4 years ago in Humans
Coming Home
"You can always find me here, where the air is warm, where you can hear the crickets chirp, and I'm here holding your hand." Where was that though? I know we were driving there, it was a place you grew up. I remember the windows were down, and the wind was flowing through your hair and it was lightly caressing my face. You were looking in the mirror, readjusting it, even though it was only you and me. There was a horizon that looked like a painting, and it was perfect, and it still was you that I focused on. We sat under a pear tree, with the light of the sunset filtering in through the branches, and we sat there until the twilight. A soft sound near us made you turn your head, a deer slowing from a gallop to a curious walk to eat a pear on the ground. It noticed our scent, but we were so calm it didn't do anything. And it's like I'm reaching after you, back in that moment, saying those words, and it's always out of reach. I want to go there again, but something keeps me from going, something I was supposed to do.
By Sean Houston4 years ago in Humans
I Almost Sing The Fortress Bella
If I didn't have any memory of who I once was, then I feel that my heart wouldn't be so heavy. I wouldn't cry uncontrollably over a loss I couldn't quite remember. And I wouldn't long to hear the voice of some dear, distant figure.
By Dream Silas4 years ago in Humans
Tree Angel
There is no excuse to look at the albums and recipes again. During the pandemic everything feels like a bad game of musical chairs without laughter, without innocence, somedays- without even the fragrance of possibilities. However, her eyes lit upon one tiny picture. A polaroid from the black and white era. A little girl in a relaxed pose. She knew the grey scale pajamas were frilly, red nylon tricot. And she knew that the little white socks could be worn inside without getting ruined-because the floors were that clean. Lunch would be coming soon. Perhaps some Riceland Rice and little boiled chicken drumsticks.
By Ruth Nofchissey4 years ago in Humans
Foolish but fateful moments.
Five years have whisked away since that moment on stage, with not a drop of tangible evidence to show for it. "Plant pears for your heirs” they say. I have such little fruit to eat, just the juiciness of the memory. I’ve always believed love never hides, that when you know, you know. Everyone else sees it too. What I didn’t understand was sometimes love is like a pear tree; slow to show fruit.
By Blooming Frank 4 years ago in Humans
From Beneath the Olive Tree
It was from beneath the olive tree that I found respite. That ancient tree provided a shaded haven, offering me a special sort of peace. The olive tree stood in the partial shade of two abundant pair trees, all drinking from the banks of a narrow river. Their fruit, a combination of pears and olives, ripe and unripe, dropped to the ground—a feast for blackbirds and Persian Fallow Deer. And the river ran through the sands of Israel. It was 1838. I was 16 years old.
By Sandra Alexander 4 years ago in Humans
What If?
She was fast. But I was faster. It was unusual to find someone who walked faster than me back in school. Especially during the winter time when everyone was wearing heavier clothing. But to my delighted surprise, she could keep up and even outpace me sometimes. Even with the accelerated pace of our walking, we still made plenty of time for conversation in between classes. We did it so much, I went from being the first person in the classroom every time for three years, to being one of the last ones to enter the room right before the bell rang. And that’s because I wanted to squeeze out as much time talking to her as I possible could. So, I made a conceited effort to always get to the room where she had class as quickly as possible. Luckily, we had a class together right before lunch. Making going form class to lunch just that much more convenient. And it’s not like our conversations were anything special. If anything, they were goofy, silly, meme-filled; but I guess that’s what made them special to me. Someone I could be so open and forward with because I was so comfortable around them. Wanting to be around them all the time. Both in and out of school.
By Jirasu4 years ago in Humans
OUR EDEN
You lead me to the place you said love begins and ends, smiling but hesitant my hand merged with yours and we found ourselves atop Eden. I never seen a sky as open and blue as on that day and the blades of grass so soft under my feet, with a color of green so rich, as if to let me know how wealthy I was, gave me certainty of us. It felt like we were Adam and Eve reinvented, with you being the only tree of knowledge I forever wanted to eat from. You sung my soul happy in Eden and laughed and danced with me until our legs left us and our bellies craved a sweet thing. We made our way towards a pear tree a little ways from us and I took a seat on the gray colored wood bench just beside it. I watched as you moved strategically around the tree, looking for perfection. With a soft “ah-ha” from your lips, your strong hands ever so lightly tugged at the pear and it gave effortlessly.
By QC (A.K.A Soul Writer)4 years ago in Humans
The Comfort Of Grief
I once knew a man. He felt like home and I liked to be near him. He was sharp though, spiky. His defenses were strong, there was no way in. No way past the armor that protected him. He liked to be near me too, but he hurt and he threw that hurt out into the world, not caring where it landed or who it hit. I stopped liking being near him.
By Gail Hooper4 years ago in Humans
More Than A Degree
In fall of 2017 I expected to attend Otterbein University on a full ride scholarship. My main area of study would've been Neuroscience. The brain has always fascinated me. Studying why people act the way they do, think the way they do, and react the way they do seemed like the perfect way to spend my early adult life.
By Alisaya Kintz4 years ago in Humans