Humanity
CONFESSIONS TO THE MOON
-I’m not rotten!- Or at least that is what I repeat to myself every day when stalking at my face in the mirror. My face, ja, I can see it now while staring at the water on my backyard pool, it is just me and the moon, and I'm getting nostalgic. My face has changed so much since I experience my first betrayal, but I'll not entertained that idea or I'll lost what little mental peace I can summon right now and don't want to go down that rabbit hole.
By May sanz 3 years ago in Confessions
My Life Is My Own
I find myself in my mid-fifties wondering how to do some basic things and what I should really do with my life. I know it sounds absurd but I have come to realize that there has not been a time that I got to truly lead my life and be who I really am. And therein lies the beauty and the storm of my current existence.
By Traci E. Langston3 years ago in Confessions
Perfectly imperfect me
It’s sad that today people would instead use ignorance or that little block button when confronted with the truth. That they would instead take offense to what is being said instead of seeing the reality of the facts laid before them. When did our world become so broken that a man can not admit his true intentions but would rather shrug it off like it doesn’t even exist? It is true what they say, “ignorance is bliss.” Come on people let us make a change because we all know it takes a real man to admit his sins and it takes an even stronger to confess those sins proudly for all to see…. Here I am I am not perfect, and I never claim to be I make mistakes, but I learn from them I am proud of my sins because without them I would be naïve but with them, I am nothing more than human. I proudly admit my wrongs, I have been hurt just as much as I have hurt others. I am not proud of everything I have done to others, but I am proud of the man they have helped me because each sin I have committed has made me strong from the lessons I learned from there consequences and as I stand before you today I would be nothing without them because without the bad the good would not feel satisfying without guilt you cannot understand pain and without that pain and sadness how can we truly know happiness. I am me flawed yet perfect in my own way. I will always stand for what I Believe in because my pain has taught me strength and my tears have shown me strength. I will always proudly and Undoubtably be me no matter what sins of the future come my way
By J.B. Rage3 years ago in Confessions
Invasion of Privacy
My husband and I had been taking a shower while everyone was still home. I haven't been feeling the best so far this morning. So while we were showering my mother in-law is watching us. There was a darkness in her that I never saw. She almost looked angry while watching us.
By Emily Radford(Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Confessions
I communicated with the sun
That time I wrote to it that I wanted to be her daughter, even if it was just for one day. I didn't expect it to say yes, and that you would not be treated badly if you were my daughter. Now I'm packing my bags to go live with the sun. I don't know what kind of room it will prepare for me. Hey, thinking about my heart is happy.
By Howard C Smith4 years ago in Confessions
Top punching pack in the whole world
Top punching pack in the whole world A boxing pack is a high priority in any exercise center or combative techniques region. This pack is utilized by fighters, warriors, and competitors. It tends to be hit persistently for exercise. It is circularly made of various textures and stacked with various kinds of material to help a specific weight. You can track down these sacks in various structures, including unattached and hanging. You probably considered what a punching bag holds if you've at any point seen one.
By Umer Farooq4 years ago in Confessions
The Little Girl On The Road
It was a Sunday afternoon, my parents decided that we were going to church together. Therefore, my brothers and I were bathed and clothed with some nice clothing. I took the little Holy Bible that my dad had given me the year before, and I held a beautiful purse, gifted by my elegant mom. My handbag matched my clothes and sandals. I assumed that I was pretty, without having any clue of what was going to happen that Sunday.
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis4 years ago in Confessions
On the Edge to Darkness
I feel like losing myself. I feel like falling into this drug that is you. You stay dormant in my head in front of the King of nightmares. You are holding keys to my heart that I fight to have. I opened my life to you only to find more wounds to be dug deeper. This drug feels so familiar. Like a drug that makes you an addict. I don’t know why or how to stop. I took a break and found a way to stop. I even moved on to a different type of drug just to erase you. Still, you emerge as if a lost soul looking for grievances.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
