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Mr. Hello, Goodbye
Hello Mr hello. You tease me with your words of oh! You show me how you care and yet I can't seem to go for dessert. What holds bards is the grim of the past. Not fear but caution. Flags is what is being looked out for but are we looking for flags to find an excuse, or because on paper things are better checked out. Memories of the past rise as you reminisce about those that came before.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Humans
It's The Holidays!
Ah, the holidays are back. I can already hear the wrapping paper being torn to reveal the presents in my mind. But if you’re anything like me, you probably have difficulty picking presents for your friends and loved ones. And not necessarily because they’re challenging people to shop for.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Humans
Building Better Connections: 4 Major Red Flags To Avoid
Relationships are like mirrors to us; they point out what we should get better at and how we should give out time and energy; they give us the opportunities to set boundaries if needed and learn through empathy.
By Zondra Dos Anjos2 years ago in Humans
Songbird
There is always pain in life. It seems as if life isn’t worth living if there isn’t pain involved. To grow is to know pain. To love is to know pain. To learn is to know pain. Children are cruel. They poke fun at anything they can notice that is different about another. They migrate into groups of the haves and the have nots, but on the outskirts of those groups are the undesirables. The ones that don’t fit into any mold offered to them.
By E.N. Gussler2 years ago in Humans
The Ocean of Morality
I am lost, drowning In a sea of gray morals Help! I cannot breathe I don’t know what I am doing. I haven’t known what I’ve been doing for quite some time. It seems that since 2016, at least, I have been swimming in an ocean of uncertainty. Up is down, the sky isn’t quite so blue, and right and wrong are nothing but mazes of gray shadows that no one can navigate properly. I don’t know who I am, I barely know what I stand for, and I feel like nothing more than a broken puzzle of likes, interests, and disdains that don’t necessarily fit together well.
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Humans
This One Time At Starbucks
The Pug was sitting inside a red wagon with wooden sides and plastered with stickers like ‘Doggy Power!” and “I'm a puppy at heart", and other such nonsense. Judging by that and the amount of doggy things the woman had with her, including a bag that looked a lot like a diaper bag, and the way the lady's entire universe was circling around this mutt, I'd say this was her child. She was the type of woman, who, when asked about grandkids, she'd say, "This is your grandchild."
By Becky Troup2 years ago in Humans
Perception Is Everything
Life is not easy for any of us, for one persons mountain, could be another persons mole hill and visa versa. When dealing with individuals who choose to place the value of monetary wealth over the value of people, I feel incredible pity. No matter what situation you may find yourself in, it is up to you to decide, how that situation, whether good, or bad, will effect you.
By Kaylon Forsyth2 years ago in Humans
What Neighbours Do
“I’m dying.” He said out of the side of his mouth as I stood in the dispensary line at the pharmacy. I was looking for some relief from a nagging bladder infection. I was not prepared for this conversation with my neighbour. A moment passed between us and yet I still couldn’t come up with a response, so I reached out and hugged him, whispering, “I’m so sorry,” into his wrinkled neck. It was the first time I’d ever embraced him. No, that’s not true. One day last Spring, he’d knocked on my door to complain about a dying tree across the road. I slipped through the front door and stood on the porch in my bare feet to discuss the options for the tree. But the conversation went from Town business to neighbourly banter, and then waded into therapy territory. We stood out there for an hour that day. He told me he’d lost a child. That his brother had dementia, as does his wife. He explained his whole life story - where he had come from and how he ended up on Bishop Street, in our little corner of the world. My toes turned purple and stuck to the concrete step.
By Christina Hunter2 years ago in Humans
