Humanity
Emotional Dichotomy
What it is to feel so separated? Seeing the new from an old perspective. Not so left out but slowly growing insane. Someone new in the times so separated. Experiences rise and surround the town, When one chapter closes, another one opens. From you or them, you see and hear what you wish. You dream of the experiences to come. Everything is new and no time to stop. You slow down to catch your breath but find your fuse is out. You see new experiences and moments in front of you, thinking if you are going too slow or just jealous of a different side of you.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
honorless freedom
i grew up with predators. amongst them. it sounds like maybe i grew up in the jungle doesn't it? do you hope that is where this story is going? i wish. but then i don't, because if it wasn't for the stories i've been honored to listen to and live, i wouldn't be the woman i am. i wouldn't be able to question things and have helped fight to save some of the ones i've gotten to meet long the way.
By Caitlin Nightingale4 years ago in Confessions
Frustration
The rental application process can be challenging for the most part, particularly in todays technological age. Most Real Estates adopt an online presence and have apps and software that enable them to manage the increasingly competitive market.
By Tanya Kwirky Kirkegaard4 years ago in Confessions
A New Direction
I have always had a little travel bug in me and it truly keeps coming out more and more as I get older. I was lucky and had the opportunity to be exposed to new places and different scenery my entire life. From the yearly Mazatlán trip my family took together, or camping all together in the summer. I even went to Australia in 5th grade. I have see places and met new faces, but in my head, I drank the Kool-Aid society sold me.
By Rilee Arey4 years ago in Confessions
Finding a Solution
The past couple of years have been a crazy time for the U.S. Every time I look at my phone, I see some huge news story of something new. Between Covid, the war in Ukraine, and the current state of our economy, there doesn’t seem to be an end in sight. Since then, there has been an alarming increase in people suffering from depression and suicides. But along with that, crimes and shootings have also increased at alarming rates, leaving the rest of us wondering just how much is going to be enough.
By Judith Jascha4 years ago in Confessions
Not a Word!
I wish I never started to talk. I wish that when I was a baby I would have decided never to say my first word. I would obviously have had more difficulties communicating my needs and desires to others, but I already have difficulties doing that, and I do know how to speak.
By Calie Judy Brooks4 years ago in Confessions
Mother's Day Confessions
Dear Mom, Mother, by the time you receive this, Mother’s Day will have come and gone, so first I apologize for the late arrival of this gift to you but hey, you know me, I’m quite the procrastinator so let’s just blame that on my ability to wander off into my own wondrous imaginary world known as the scattered brain of Camri Steele-Stone. Plus, you yourself are quite the procrastinator so if we’re to blame anyone, technically, it should be you because I’ve done nothing but observe and adopt your behaviors while young. The subconscious is very impressionable during the adolescent stages, lol, I’m only kidding mom, I just like to burst your bubble sometimes! Besides all that, I hope all is well. How are things at the clinic? School? Valerie still talking smack? Lol, when you write back don’t hold out on any information, I wanna know it all. I kinda miss our drama filled talks, I don’t really do much gossiping these days.
By CamThePoet4 years ago in Confessions
My Fiancé Has Been Sleeping On the Floor for Three Nights
Last long weekend we got away to Vancouver Island with some friends. It was the first time in a long time that we had hung out with more than two friends at a time or had a mini vacation. Both were much needed. The next few days that followed after the weekend ended, I found myself struggling to re-adapt to normal life. I felt like I was having a typical post-vacay hangover, but a little worse than usual. I figured it was because we were both pretty burnt out to begin with.
By Erin R. Wilson4 years ago in Confessions
Catch and Release
Water cascaded off of the paddle onto cobalt plastic. Each plunge into the river caused sporadic splashes in a futile struggle to match the pace of my mom’s rapidly vanishing kayak. Mottled gray and white clouds billowed across the sky, but only a light breeze whispered across the water’s surface. Tree branches shook amicably. Their bright leaves in a full June flush brushed the top of my baseball cap. Murky shading of the river below was ideal for pickerel to inconspicuously weave their way amidst the shifting weeds.
By Carol Lipshultz4 years ago in Confessions
