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THE FLOOR IS YOUR FRIEND
In case of emergency. When fears threaten faculty. The floor is your friend. Through ALL the mists of absurdity. There is a constant shore-of-surety. The floor is your friend. Take a helping hand from gravity. Crouch down and breathe steadily. The floor is your friend. Kneel, should you feel trembly. Alarm reduces with connectivity. The floor is your friend. Close your eyes to reduce sensitivity. Feel the wood, stone, tile with acuity. The floor is your friend. Soak in the glory of its solidity; a tonic of stoic sensibility. The floor is your friend. Enjoy the respite from insanity. Relax in edge-to-edge familiarity. The floor is your friend. The beneath-your-feet remedy: Mother Nature's gift for stability. The floor is your friend. Cuddle into its enormity. Become one with a planetary entity. The floor is your friend. Anchor to universal perpetuity. No longer a singularity. The floor is your friend. Drift, a mere twitch inside an eternity. A grain within a galaxy The floor is your friend. Feel the peace of enduring constancy. And be. Breathe. Just be. The floor is your friend.
By Caroline Jane7 months ago in Poets
I'd Like A Room Please
I travel a lot for work and usually stay at one of the major hotel chains. Their rooms are normally clean, beds comfortable, and the interior walls soundproof enough that if the person next door sneezes, I don’t feel compelled to say, “Bless you.” Unfortunately, none was available for this trip.
By Mark Gagnon7 months ago in Horror
I Wrote This Challenge Winners
It takes a different kind of bravery to tell your story out loud. For this challenge, we asked you to write something only you could say, and then actually say it, with your voice, on camera. And you delivered with truth, courage, and unforgettable moments.
By Vocal Curation Team7 months ago in Resources
It is Time to Call a Truce in the War Against Parts of Ourselves
One of the most irritating aspects of many religions and spiritual systems is their overuse of terms and concepts associated with war and warfighting in their philosophical musings about the self. It also happens to be highly hypocritical in many cases, since many of these same religions and systems of spirituality teach that war and fighting are evils to be avoided at all costs. Essentially they tell us that war is bad, unless it is a war against ourselves, or parts of ourselves. In that case, war is noble and a thing to be valued. Eastern religions overdo this tendency in spades with Buddhism leading the way.
By Everyday Junglist7 months ago in Humans
Drinking, Dancing, Loving, and Birthing to 'You’re My Angel'
Written for Annie Kapur’s ‘Sing Us the Song of the Century’ Challenge. s the Song of the Century' Challenge. 'You’re My Angel' by Darren Styles has been comfortably weaving its way through my life over the last 16 years.
By Sandy Gillman7 months ago in Writers
Breaking up with Cancer
Dear Endometrial Adenocarcinoma, I hate you. With a passion. You have taken so much from me. I was worried that you were going to take my life. If I hadn't had previous surgery from the first time we were "together", I would have been in stage three cancer. I was ready to take you with me to the very end.
By Jessie Lynn Nelson7 months ago in Humans
Lights Over London . Runner-Up in The Summer That Wasn’t Challenge.
“Madam, you should come below.” Elizabeth took a long drag on the cigarette tucked neatly in the ornate silver holder. She ashed it in the ivory tray sitting beside an untouched glass of brandy. “You know Dickie, I still remember the fireworks at old Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee. Sat right in this spot. I was sixteen, fresh from New York. Archie and his father lined the streets that day, and god knows what they did once the fireworks started,” She watched the horizon alight with activity while the tendrils of discarded cigarette ash swirled into the night through the open sitting room window. It was odd to see her London street all alive yet silently empty at the same time.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Fiction
