humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

You Are Free
I don't know if you even read what I am writing to you anymore. In every poem and every essay is you and so if you are reading this pathetic attempt at communication. I really miss you.
By Belle Denka8 years ago in Humans
Forgiveness
I forgive you. You lied to me and to everyone else but you just wanted to seem more interesting didn't you? You were a scared child and you were trying to hide the things going on at home. You didn't want anyone to know what was happening—they would have taken you away from your mother. You'd heard horrible things about the adoption process and the foster care system, and you KNEW no one would want someone your age, or your brother's age. What about your brother? You'd be separated. What if he had an asthma attack with someone who didn't know about his needs? He could die.
By Kayleigh Lynne8 years ago in Humans
Sorry for Breaking My Heart
Sorry my heart is cracked, sorry I let go and called it an accident. Sorry I gave you to others just to push you out on the porch. It's been stormy here for awhile and my heart is still out there rusting away. I can feel how cold it is feeling you ache hurts what little compassion I have. I can hear your deep sigh with a wheeze that seems like you're in pain but still longing for my love. Visiting your unfilled grave not even when I want to, but I still go.
By Cori Ann8 years ago in Humans
Yes, I’m Mixed, Yes, You Can Stop Mentioning It
Okay, short rant. This wouldn’t be a big deal if it didn’t come up so often. Why does it come up so often? Well, it’s kind of written... on my skin. Somehow, people think that my being mixed means they can say whatever they want. As if I’m in some undefined race purgatory that exempts me from being offended.
By Sebastien Lacasse8 years ago in Humans
You Push People Away
You feel the need to protect yourself. You're scared of what could become if you let yourself sink into a relationship. This could be a friend, a significant other, or even family. It's not that you even want them to leave; it's that you don't know what will happen if they stay. That's what horrifies you. It's unknown territory once it gets to a certain point. You curl yourself into this little ball and anyone who tries to come to help you up gets kicked or smacked away until they eventually disappear. Then it's dark.
By Tara Bush8 years ago in Humans
HELIOS
She was always warm, and you could feel her light on your skin every time she walked into the room. She blinded people with her radiance and took them aback with her brilliance and there will never be a person as perfect as her, not now, not ever. Because if we were all stars then she was the fucking galaxy, everything was dark without her and once she's gone, you realize that you don't know what you're supposed to do with yourself. She was a Saint but she left too soon. Suddenly the quiet was deafening and you couldn't focus on anything but the emptiness that now resonated in your entire being at the fact that she was gone.
By Valerie Duvall8 years ago in Humans
My Outlook
See, I know people who suffer, daily. It's hard for them to keep going, I think people need to be aware of this. Everyone hides behind a screen or just pure gossip knowing it will never get back to that person. we all know the truth, it hurts. So we just don't admit it, we know people judge us too. It is like a cloud that hangs over everyone. We all just ignore it until it gets worse and worse to the point that we don't see the point in life.
By Caitlin hancock8 years ago in Humans
Home
What is home? Is it the house you were born in? There are crayon marks on the walls from when you were three. You remember running down green carpeted floors, racing your brother to the bathtub. The chairs by the kitchen island would spin. You used to bang the edges on the table. There were chips in the marble. You have a permanent scar from when you hit your face on the coffee table. You used to roll down the hill outside, or climb on the playground in the backyard. You remember being afraid of the dogs, so you’d hide behind your mother. You remember letting the cats in through the window, or playing with the kittens in the barn. Life hadn’t hurt you, yet.
By Lorde Jacobson8 years ago in Humans
The Brittlebugs
They fall like leaves, always. Papery-thin and tossed with the wind. Greenish-brown and folding in on a thousand edges within themselves, the brittlebugs always fall in early June.
By Sebastien Lacasse8 years ago in Humans
The INFJ-INTJ Romance {Part 1}
As an INFJ, I longed for a romance of depth and purpose: for a man to understand who I was deep inside, beyond the friendly smile I put on for anyone I encountered. INFJ's are deeply internalized individuals filled with intrinsic joy and melancholy at the same time.
By PathlessJourney8 years ago in Humans
Your Husband Is Cheating on Us
If you were to ask my closest friends, colleagues, and mentors to use one word to describe me, they may respond with “reserved,” “responsible,” “diligent,” and “honest.” A laundry list of characteristics any parent would be proud to boast of. And for the most part, I tend to embody those traits in my everyday life. However, there is a less noble dimension to my personality and life that I tend to keep under wraps.
By Micky Thinks8 years ago in Humans
Life is About More
Life is about more. More than working 9-5. More than your smartphone or computer. More than Snapchat, Facebook, Twitter, and dating apps. More than sex with strangers or your partner. More than just paying bills. Life is about living; something modern society seems to have forgotten.
By Mark Smith8 years ago in Humans