Looking Back

Visiting where I used to live. My parents’ house hasn’t changed. Though the people in it have. They have a new neighbor now. A woman from my mother’s job is living in the third floor. My mother is now rarely there. She’s spending all her time at church or in her brother’s house. My father is saving up to move into an apartment. My sister is starving and without cable or internet to entertain herself. If I hadn’t left would things have been different? Would anything have changed at all or so quickly?

 

By Anonymous Writer

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The Beginning

I tried to ignore him like I did to everyone else, but he wouldn’t let me. Making friends was hard work, keeping them was impossible. How do you talk when you fear your own voice, when you fear your own thoughts? I was different. I still am. I’m a child whose body has grown up while my mind was left behind. A few simple choices have changed my life completely. A reason to stay so indecisive. What would have happened if he never noticed me? He couldn’t not talk. I had the opposite problem. I couldn’t even begin to speak. I felt light headed. I’ve tried to loosen up but the butterflies in my stomach were eating me up inside.

 

By Cristina WilCraft

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Things Out of Reach

Because of my height almost everything is out of reach. I have to tip toe at the food market while I swipe my card and tip toe to get snacks on the shelves above the sink. On top of a closet where my boss keeps the printing paper is impossible for anyone but him to reach. My boyfriend’s face… he leans down while I tip toe to reach his lips. My cats hearts… when will they love me back?

 

By Cristina WilCraft

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War

The gun shots ring. Even now, even home.

Like a dog, well trained, when the orders were given I’d bark on command and follow them. You say jump my follow-up is, how high? I look back and find that I hate who I am because of what I’ve done.
My patriotic state of mind bled ignorance. I’d take all my actions back if I could. Even jail time is better than the existence of memories. If my will to live were weaker, I wouldn’t.  My training is to survive like an animal, at all costs, and that is the one thing I thank them for, but I would give it up in an instant to take back the services I’ve lent a broken nation. Our greed and abuse knows no bounds, and I doubt it will ever.

 

By Anonymous Writer

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Communication

One word important to our love is “Communication”.

Not just communicating when we speak, but communicating physically.

People often think that speaking takes precedence in a relationship.

It’s important that both sides are heard as clear as day and understood.

We need to respect what others believe and try to see where they’re coming from.

But physical closeness is what takes precedence for me.

When we communicate through touch we send signals of how we feel towards each other.

Just one soft touch, gentle to the face, a rub on the back, or holding hands, all this brings us closer.

With each kiss and hug we let each other know we’re okay.

A single finger runs along my waist, hips, thighs, and you know I trust you as you trust me.

Communication is what takes precedence, for me it’s in the forms of touch.

 

By Maddy Cakes

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