Secrets
No Complaints
It is shameful to consider home as it is to some people. For some people home is feeling as though you live in a shanty when you actually live in a two story house. Because your own room never quite feels like your own space. Home means constraint and confoundedness, never being able to express yourself without being a threat and a nuisance.
By Xarli XCosmo4 years ago in Confessions
Entangled
She stands in line waiting for her turn. "Next in line". She steps up to the register setting down her stuff, as she looks for her wallet inside her purse he asks "will that be all"? looking up time stands still for what seems like an eternity, "yes please a pack of zig zags and a lighter please." "you must be a nurse or something he says ringing up the lighter. "no i work in the medical marijuana industry we wear scrubs as well" "ooooooo shit my bad" taking his time to finish ringing her up she looks around noticing the line behind her has grown. "damn, i was gonna give you my number but i think we held up the line long enough" smiling he says "nah fuck that,they can wait" handing her a receipt she jots down her name and number "call me" she states as she smiles and walks away.
By Kassie Leaks4 years ago in Confessions
A Free Prisoner
I’ve been here a while. Is someone coming to get me? When will the light show itself again? Do I only deserve the darkness? This dark cloud follows me around like my shadow but there is still no light. At least it doesn’t rain all the time. Just when the clouds get heavy, when the weight is to much. I am here. I haven’t left. I haven’t escaped. I see keys to the gate. No guards. No resistance. It is me. I am the resistance. I am the weapon formed against me. I feel the burning sensation to run but where? I live in this enclosed space. Just four corners. Just darkness. I see the world, but the world doesn’t see me. The world doesn’t need me but I still exist. I still use its oxygen. I could end it all, but I keep coming back to the beginning.
By Erianna Gilliam4 years ago in Confessions
Almost Love: Part Seven
Years after that first look across a crowded room, things look different but feel very much the same. The Queen has been banished, the other men in my life pushed aside, and still we aren’t together in any meaningful sense. Our families have not met; we do not share our friends. Our lives continue on, parallel but still deliberately separate, somehow both easier and more difficult than before.
By Shea Keating4 years ago in Confessions
You can treat vulvodynia by understanding how your brain functions!
It's not surprising, and perhaps it is expected that sex will cause pain the first time. But, almost one in every six females find the sexual activity to be unbearably painful every time, and it does not seem to end.
By Harbor Compounding pharmacy4 years ago in Confessions
Today’s Words Of Wisdom From Momma Dawn.
My life has taught me that success truly is simply getting up again after a fall. I’ve fallen too many times to count, and still find my self stumbling every day. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. It is important to celebrate our successes though.
By Dawn Goo4 years ago in Confessions
Almost Love: Part Five
One thing we don’t share is our real lives. They do not overlap or intersect at all. We don’t mention this, because it points out the glaringly obvious truth that what we have isn’t real, and neither of us wants to spoil the fantasy like that.
By Shea Keating4 years ago in Confessions
We are home.
Around you, I feel safe. In your arms, I feel at peace. The calmness, the serenity! Eternity is our limitless home. Together we stand. Divided we fall. I love that we are together, forever uniting us as one. In our love we find shelter, in your embrace I find home.
By Anthony Watts4 years ago in Confessions
The Mornin' After The Night Before
Pippa opened her eyes as the rising sun spilled into the room. It was the morning after the night before. With a numb brain, for just a second, it felt like overnight the history of everything had been deleted. Sleep after a traumatic emotional event does that; it resets the whole shebang. Except it only lasts a second then the pieces start to fall back into place again.
By Tom Brad4 years ago in Confessions
