SUBMISSION 75
Purest Soul Stains The Skin
When the purest soul is stained by skin, to the public eye, where can she begin? What was I supposed to do other than dread the world I was brought into?
SUBMISSION 74
Nothing Gets Past 17
These men didn’t hurt me in the way men can really hurt women, but they killed the desire for life; the excitement to be and to grow, to trust and to love.
SUBMISSION 73
Anything You Want
I felt like I was 16 again and plummeting beyond rock-bottom (a place I refer to as Actual Rock Bottom —ARM if you feel like it).
SUBMISSION 72
Also Why
I always wonder what’s going on with his mind. He reminds me of that Bowie song, "Space Oddity."
SUBMISSION 71
The Observatory
It was the summer of '97 and boy, did I love him. I never saw him again after that night, but, oh, what I'd give to feel his skin on mine again. I'd go back, not to change anything, but to cherish it.
SUBMISSION 70
Breaking The Looking Glass
I still don't know if I was willingly vulnerable with this person who stalked and harassed me for years. Someone must have broken my confidence at some point — but was my stalker a wolf in the weeds who heard secondhand or were they a former friend?
SUBMISSION 69
Until I Can Rise
And then, the airport turned into a place of sadness. You walked away, and we fruitlessly tried to stay alive, but technology can only get you so far.
SUBMISSION 68
Relay
Death? Maybe. I don’t know. If death is the finish line of life’s marathon, then why do we even try? Maybe I am just a very pessimistic person.
SUBMISSION 67
That Bathroom
I wish that we had the space to say what we felt, and I often wonder how different we would be. I look at the scars on her leg and think of all the times I’ve hurt myself. “Did we do this at the same time? Were these gashes from the same night?”
SUBMISSION 66
Jobs
It’s six months later and I’m still exhausted. I’m tired of applying and I’m tired of getting my hopes up. I’m tired of saying no to things because I can’t afford it and I’m tired of worrying about how I will pay rent.
SUBMISSION 65
Broken Down
I'm amazed at the Bible teaching to 'weep with those who weep, rejoice with those who rejoice.' Ultimately, it's what every psychology session has ever taught me. You are allowed to have your feelings.
SUBMISSION 64
Sunflower
Time, while it seems so definite in each moment, gives us chance after chance to continuously grow into the incredible beings that each of us are meant to be.
SUBMISSION 63
This Is My Life
This is me trying to fight my depression. And this is me failing at fighting my depression. I wake up and I wish I had not.
SUBMISSION 62
A Promise To Myself
You must believe yourself. / You must find balance: / Push yourself, but / Give yourself a break too.
SUBMISSION 61
Smallest Things
The smallest things remind me of him. The way my friend turns pages in his history book; the thick, black-banded watches always worn on the left wrist.
SUBMISSION 60
In 2020,
I want to move closer to: integrity, genuine passion, new knowledge, more meditation, ethical possessions, calling family more, fresh flowers, routine, and worthy investments.
SUBMISSION 59
Take The Long Way
Why don’t you let me rest? / Lay me down to sleep / Pray rosaries for my purgatory / Burn my flesh until I’m nothing, but dust / Wear black to the land of the dead / Bury me six feet under and kiss the dirt
SUBMISSION 58
Hotel Pools
Your arms felt like hotel pools / so cozy, yet so unfamiliar. / We were just a young couple of fools / so rosy, yet so unpredictable.
SUBMISSION 57
I Deserve So Much Love
I am almost always a loving person, but I am filled with hate towards you. I know that you do not feel remorse for what you did.
SUBMISSION 56
A Gorgeous Feeling
Aren't we just so healthy, keeping this knot tied as tight as we can pull, deep in our stomach and lost in our soul?
SUBMISSION 55
I Remember...
I’m always thinking about that scene in Melancholia, where Kirsten Dunst’s character is completely unbothered by the fact that a foreign planet was going to collide with Earth at any moment.
SUBMISSION 54
For Someone Or A Few
I, almost a year later, am seeking help from a psychologist to process what happened to me. I hope my story resonates with someone, or a few someones, and you know you're not alone anymore.
SUBMISSION 53
Trapped In A Box
I was trapped in a box; I could only get so far away from him, since he was family. He told me it was natural, that I should be thankful he was teaching me “the ways of adults.”
SUBMISSION 52
Little Things
My body wasn't mine anymore and neither were my thoughts.
SUBMISSION 51
It's There, Separating Us
Letting go isn't easy, nor is it painless, but it could do you a world of good.
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