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You
You taught me how to understand that some people just don’t know how to love and it’s a luxury so essential, remaining on the most expensive lists of all time. Some know how to show it, but don’t know how it really feels. How it really feels to take it in and love to be loved, as if it’s the softest blanket you’ve ever wrapped yourself into. Again I will mention, that chocolate Skin and all my god what a beautiful site it was. There will only be one you and right now, Im learning we have to let go of the things we love the most to grow. Two people emerging from growing pains, in a garden of hope, trimmed off many pieces of sheer, promising pieces of a tense wild flower. Petals falling to their death. oh my sugar, honey, I’m sorry; I’m here, pleading for acknowledgment of life around you, whilst the counterparts of dark brown callouses scratch your tender heart. as one would scorn in wonder, look on in admiration, the tenderness those fallen petals long for, establishes a bond two seamstresses couldn’t see into a matching seam. the care extended to those of lost hope to nurture us back to health is a beautiful sight when the shake back is inaccurate and praised. impeccably unrecognizable, you don’t say. The saddest of the hearts comes about as the spade forbids the diamond from sharing its heart with the joker; being the only ray of sunshine to free the joker of his mischievous dwellings. To ones owed the benefit of the doubt, come naturally to overlook their worthiness-bestowing complete happiness upon you. Your grace has been stolen you. From the very ones we put on the highest pedestals, they continue to take. Under-looked because of misfortune, led by a masquerade of the mind: giving more power to those who hurt you indefinitely, making no sense of the good given to you. Seeing it as your fault, claiming to have seen it all, when in fact, you’ve had it all- in one place. We become so dreaded with pain, we admire the false casting of acclaimed love to ponder our shortcomings into a forest of shadows. Those who care only about the pleasures of physical bonds, create the boundaries and bondage that forces the hand of the lonesome heart to digress from the love they deserve. The outside looking in; A change of heart, so timid to love as no real
By Curteeona Brelove5 years ago in Confessions
I am me
Growing up is hard to do when you're from the south and the only color you are allowed to be is black. Everyone in Mississippi is your cousin or your cousin’s friend which makes them your cousin by default.I went to a Baptist church where my uncle was the preacher and my entire family made up the congregation with those big Sunday hats, Obama hand fans and judgemental side eyes because auntie Sheila knows she wore that dress last week.
By Dominique Brewer5 years ago in Confessions
Mouse Trap
My family and I moved out to a little town in Northern Ontario this past October. We knew going into it we had mice around, its inevitable when you are in the country and our house is old with lots of cracks and places to get in. Knowing this we cleaned the poops we found when we moved in, made sure food was in cupboards they could hopefully not access. We also went as far as to take preventative measures and buy this mouse sonar thing that keeps them away. I convinced the husband not to buy mouse traps or poison as I didn’t want anything to die in here. I have a habit of trying to save them, even from my cat.
By Chelsea Hope5 years ago in Confessions
The First Time He Saw Me Cry. Top Story - May 2021.
Once I thought tears were a weakness. Once I thought I should be ashamed of not being strong enough to control my tears. So I hid them, from everyone, and never let anyone see me cry. I had learned early on as a child that tears only made daddy angrier, made him not listen, and sometimes made him hit.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
Thoughts are the soil for your Soul!
I have been asking myself questions questions about why I allowed things to get out of hand. I knew the path my life was supposed to take and I planned accordingly, which included marriage. I made it up to that point of marriage. I had built an image for myself that the public looked at as above upstanding. I love my life I love my job I love my family. I didn’t plan on a wife that just didn’t understand my plan and I didn’t plan on events that took place at my job that caused me to have PTSD. These two things a wife who didn’t understand or love and didn’t support me and the PTSD all at the same time caused me too lose control forget my focus and lose direction I had planned to go in.
By AVW5 years ago in Confessions
Single mother of 3
Single mother who never wants to mingle. I was abused so bad where death looked me in the face daily. I was beat every single day for 3 months straight. I still didn’t allow that horrific situation of my daily beatings and the kidnapping of me and my children build up hate. I was in so much pain. From getting my head bashed on toilet bowels, on microwaves, on car door panels and raped. Choked unconscious, phone thrown so hard at my stomach to cause a miscarriage, I constantly wondered my fate. My nose bit to the point my nose swollen so bad (3 times my normal size) that it look like I was in some kind of a fight with a animal, but this animal was not animal but a actual human. Bit into my right vein down deep in my arm, because I told him we need to separate, and that I was tired of being beat on and threatened to be kill everyday if I told anyone. Where my arm turned blue and purple and then red. I literally didn’t even know that was possible to see all those colors turning in my arm one by one by one as I was fighting for my life. Screaming for anyone to save us even while get cursed out and beat and laughed at and told me “no one will save you”, said by my abuser and kidnapper, while burning me with his cigarettes. All while him hearing me beg and scream for mercy and for help to rescue us. I have most definitely given up on love after my 3 months of straight abuse.
By La-Starr Sneed5 years ago in Confessions
Black and White
COLORS I was born at the beginning of the 60’s. Television was still new to the public. My parents purchased their first T.V. around my fourth birthday. I sat upon my dad’s lap and watched many shows growing up being the only female of eleven children, this gave me an advantage of being a daddy’s child. The movies were all in black and white. W. C. Fields, May West, Batman and Robin, Miss Kitty Show and Laurel and Hardy, were amongst my favorites to watch. In fact, the only time I watched television, was when my dad came home from work or on weekends.
By Poetic Empress- Original5 years ago in Confessions
Christmas Lights
I couldn’t help but notice as I walked by your house this morning that you still haven’t taken down the Christmas lights we put up together. It’s the middle of January, for God’s sake. Why are they still on your windowsill, glowing brightly during the night as if the holiday of cheer hasn’t already passed? Is it because you want to remember us? All of the things we did together? All of our Christmas memories and nostalgia? If that’s the case, then why did you break up with me in the first place? If you’re so sad about the fact that we’re over, why did you end it? You leaving those lights up on your windowsill is not helping at all. Take them down. Move on from the way things used to be. Turn them off so I don't have to see them from across my street anymore.
By Jamie Lammers5 years ago in Confessions
The Foolishness of the Lake
The rays of the sun reflected off the lake surface, in shimmering, brilliant strands. The group of girls stood near the pond, changing into swim clothing after the long hike and horse ride down the path through the woods. The lake was not swimmable, for the water was too murky, too dirty. Not from pollution though, just a natural murky, mud filled lake-hole. While the sun shone brightly on it, and the reflection of the surrounding trees was gorgeous, the water itself stank of fish and dirt and sludge.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to a Friend
Dear Friend: Look, we need to talk. I took in what happened the other day, when you looked in the mirror and said you hated yourself. Maybe you were only talking about the way you looked, I don’t know, but it sure felt a lot deeper than that when I heard it, the way I heard it. You really have to be careful with your words; they have power and energy and a vibrational resonance that you react to whether you realize that or not. It’s proven science, you know, so even when you say things like you’re joking, you know the words can still do damage.
By Michelle Devon5 years ago in Confessions
