love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
Drive
There’s a car — nothing fancy, just the functional kind of thing people drive for a few years after college — rambling east down a highway in one of those parts of the country where the horizon is an endless thing. The sun is rising, and has been for a while now, burnt orange spreading around the edges of the world and embracing it as the deep blue of early day pushes back the star-filled night. In one of those moments that is always missed, the sun has drawn up over the edge of the earth and is stretching out over the dusty dashboard, fingers tapping the windshield and cracking into a thousand points of glare.
By Benjamin Kibbey5 years ago in Humans
Obedient Brown Child
If you save yourself you save the world. These words burrowed deeply into my conscience. I had heard a similar message from my ancestors for many years now but was never ready until today. I heard them whisper in my ears. I saw flashes of their lights. I felt their strong and familiar presence. I messaged my lover, he hadn't always been faithful or dedicated. Now he listened with an open heart and would never hesitate again to follow me into the unknown. He knew I had an intuition gifted by the universe. It had saved our lives many times. I never left the house without it. It paired well with my iron will, which was handed down from generations of artists and healers. My family mainly consisted of women. Brown women who looked like me whom I would never meet on this physical plan always spoke to me. After finding myself through years of healing every kind of pain, I knew myself well. I sat in nature listening to their voices as they guided me to the light. To know oneself is the beginning of knowing one's origins. They dwelled by the ocean, warriors marching from promised land to promised land. Their message was clear tonight. "Do not eat flesh. It is cursed." Since I was never one to doubt myself, a power I also bestow on anyone I meet, I interpreted this message as a sign to stop eating meat. I didn't take to the streets to preach. I felt a need to share this message but I trusted only one to truly hear. He found it hard at first to stop. It was like he was addicted. I led by example and fed only on fruits and veggies. I hadn't been a big salad fan until these days called for it. No more dairy as well, I thought one day after indulging in cheese. One of my favorite of Earth's delicacies. It tore up my insides and the pain spread ever so slightly throughout my body clogging things up where I needed them to flow. "You will be rewarded." I heard my late grandmother Mary's voice. I needed to remind myself as soon as possible. I would get a piercing, all of my piercings had deeply spiritual meanings. This one would remind me to not eat meat no matter how tempting. I loved meat and more specifically spicy chicken sandwiches. I would not only need to faithfully follow the instructions of my ancestors but I would need to sacrifice something convenient and appealing to me. Abandon my way of life since I could chew. I offered a similar reward to my Lover. A heavy lover of art, he desperately longed for tattoo therapy. "We're really doing this! " he exclaimed.
By The Last Angel On Earth 5 years ago in Humans
Love letter to my sailor
Love letters are a romantic expression of love in written form. Short or long messages sent to your loved one. When we are little, we learn from books and fairytales about love, about men wooing their ladies. The reality though is that, in today's modern's society, love letters are forgotten.
By Anastasia S5 years ago in Humans
The Money Tree
Margie refilled her coffee cup and added two teaspoons of sugar. The spring sun was shining through her kitchen window and it was the kind of morning that made you want to sit outside and read a book. Preferably a romance. A robust Viking warrior saving and then destroying the virtue of a rebellious lady in waiting, with no mention of when they last ate or the lack of bathroom facilities. Bodies writhing and bosoms heaving. The kind of escape that you could dive into but would flip over to hide the cover.
By Debbie McCarthy5 years ago in Humans
How To Notice A Broken Relationship
Can A Broken Relationship Be Healed A special relationship is all about the passion, intimacy, excitement, understanding, forgiveness, reassurance,soul searching in one another. The ability to reconnect and see the real love that is waiting to be discovered.
By Devine Hope5 years ago in Humans
Let's Talk About Love
Let's talk about love. It is such a simple word, yet its definition is so complicated because it isn't always the same to everyone. What one person calls love is what another calls abuse. How do we learn what love means to us then? How do we pinpoint what our definition of love is, without it being misconstrued by society or even by those close to us. With the passing of Valentines Day, a holiday that is revolved directly around this word I find myself thinking about its meaning in my life.
By Carolina A. Ortiz5 years ago in Humans
He's still on this?
I tried to contain the white-hot fury I was feeling so I could try and get through to James before for Ben's sake, but this time he pushed it too far. I don't care if he was drunk or under any other influence, he has no right to speak to Ben and I like that, nor the right to make himself the victim because I'm moving on with my life and not waiting on him to make up his mind. I knew what I wanted, and at one point, so did he. However, he wasn't willing to take me seriously, and that was his loss. I would not be guilt tripped, especially by someone who keeps trying to play the victim.
By Luna de Leon5 years ago in Humans
I Want to F**k You Like An Animal
"I want to feel you from the inside..." Closer by Nine Inch Nails, the quintessential Valentine's Day Song. So how did it become an anti-anthem? Some might argue my first point, but I mean when someone tells me that I bring them closer to God, well hello...I'm heavenly right? That's pretty nice. The problem is, the rest of the song, and the person singing it I suspect, is an F*ed up mess...and so welcome to my love life.
By Lorie Hope5 years ago in Humans
