The tile flooring is cold and predictable as I lay staring down the hall (as I have been for hours now). The hall is crowded with lockers and papers pinned on the wall. A trashcan is across from where I lay, a few missing wrappers aside it. The silence is soon filled with the faint chatter of two teenage boys. As they turn the corner, their voices get louder, and louder still when they walk in my direction.
“Yeah, no, she said exactly that. No bull,” the larger one says. He’s really loud. Read more »
I am aged, and I am broken. The ones I hold have torn me apart, inside and out. Although I stand only 40 years of age, I already creek and crumble more and more with each passing day. Some stand 'til 50, some stand tall through their 100's. Others don't even last a decade.
I have told of how I've been torn apart...The feelings so rich in sorrow, are what bring the rotting tears to my doors, only to increase the uniquebeauty of the bleak walls that give definition to my name. I can only say (fair to my experiences), that you people don't understand the utter hurt that is caused; when the people who you shelter are the ones tearing you apart inside.
I don't care how old I am. I see just as much as everyone else... Which isn't much. My vision is dinstinctly limited, but my thoughts and imagination are livid with notions. Within these captivating walls, I see only who enters... More importantly however, I only know what I can assume. Keep in mind though, I doubt you have had to visualize the world using the same eyes I possess. So hear me not with a critical ear, but with an open mind and understanding sense. Read more »
I only wish for a different pet, something normal oh I wish.
Perhaps a cat or a dog, or even a sheep or a fish.
But I have the pet that no one else has,
And it’s really the worst of the worst of the bad.
It tears at the carpet, and scrapes at the floor.
It shatters the glass, and rattles the door.
It sends an icy chill up my spine.
Oh! It’s just the opposite of fine.
It howls all day long, Read more »
Once there was a bacterium who went on a long voyage and found herself inside a human. She settled in happily and had several million children. But one day, she became uneasy. Her environment was changing: the attacks of the wicked lymphocytes had ceased, but so had the nourishing flow of blood. And it kept getting colder...
Moral: Although one man’s rash is another organism’s pleasure, it’s hard to see a silver lining when dark clouds fill the entire atmosphere. Some misfortunes are not relative.
Moral: Don’t success yourself to death.
Free Bonus: This moral can also be used for the tale of Napoleon Bonaparte and the Russian Winter.
Related and Slightly More Pointed Moral: As long as we have a negative net effect on the biosphere and an exponentially increasing population, we’re utterly doomed.
Comment: Choose for yourself between shrugging and raging.
As you know my background, and Susan Reid's, is in journalism. I doubt too many of you read daily newspapers these days, but here is an example of newspaper journalism at its best. Check it out. Give yourself over to the time it will take you to read it. It's worth it. (And thanks to YWP ghost guru, Barbara Ganley for a reminder to share it with you!) Tell us what you think below...
I can't control it,
I can't explain it,
I can't deny it.
I have a love
for you that is
special. You don't know
that I exist, but
that's okay. We laugh,
and I don't know
why I feel the
way I do. It's
unheard of. You're over
there, and I'm over
here. We are nothing
alike, yet all the
same. I would never
tell you any of
this, but I had
to say it sometime,
or I would combust.
So here goes nothing.
I love you.