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What's Wrong...If you think that lifes problems are caused by:
- Same-sex marriage
- The less-fortunate
- Separation of Church and State
- Other peoples religions
YOU are what's wrong with the world!
InvisibleAll my life, I have been invisible.
No, not literally invisible, but figuratively.
I'm quiet, reserved, don't have that many friends, and never do anything that could set me out from the pack. I'm no athlete, I'm not in any clubs, and spend my lunch hours in the computer room quietly finishing up my work and listening to music.
But then something extraordinary happened.
Over the course of a few weeks, people started taking notice of me. Not of my accomplishments, but just, me. I started getting "hellos" in the halls, and people whom I hadn't talked to in years began to talk to me. People, ones who were friends of my friends, would catch me in the halls for a quick chat after class.
I was shocked. What had happened? More importantly, what was GOING to happen? Would this put me on somebody's radar? What if, God forbid, some of the bigger kids decided I would be their next target? Needless to say I was freaking out.
It turns out some of my friends were telling their buddies of our old exp
ConfessionNot a lot of stuff bothers me.
When someone I'm close to dies, I just...don't feel anything. Not when a family member died, my pet, or...anything.
It bothers me that stuff doesn't bother me.
And I hate myself for it.
RiverLife is a lot like a river.
At its beginning it flows clean and pure, giving off the illusion of everlasting beauty and purity. A little down the way it meanders to and fro. It's unsure of where it's going to be at the end but that doesn't stop it from trying to redirect its course.
Further down people start throwing their trash in it, disregarding its safety and well-being. The river begins to choke and cloud, carrying peoples rubbish along with it. Fortunately for the river, some good-natured souls are there to pick up some pieces. They will not get it all but it doesn't seem to deter them. For whatever reasons they have they want to try to save the river from a toxic end. Unfortunately, for the rivers entire span, there will always be people throwing whatever crap they can into it. The river plods along, getting rid of some but never hurling all of it out.
Sometimes the river becomes blocked by a dam. There it stays until bit-by-tiny bit it forces its way through. The dam slows the
Politics...?After the recent U.S elections, I have mad many conversations between friends and family on what their thoughts on the situation were. I'm sorry to say many answers I got disappointed me greatly.
They all had one thing in common. None of them could stop whining about how all America's problems were based on this guy, that party, Obama, hell they even started to whine about Newt Gingrich (I'm not defending Newt here, personally I think he's a little...well...). Everyone I talked to placed all of their blame, all of their hatred, on someone else.
Do you want to know what I thought about all of this? People are pointing the blame on the next person down the line, and that person starts pointing to the next guy, so on, and so on.
Personally, I believe people should stop pointing the finger, agree that the problem needs to be fixed, and actually do something about it. If countries acted like that more, rather than some whiny child who's just had their favorite toy taken away, the world woul
NicotineSince the time I was nine, I knew my Mother smoked. When I first found out about it, I was shocked. For the next 3 years, I begged her to quit her habit.
Two years later, I started. Now I'm sixteen, and my Mother begs me to quit, as she has. I try, and I always fail. And as I write this, I'm craving the bitter taste of nicotine. The only thing keeping me from lighting up is thinking about her voice, choked up with worry for her only son.
AuburnAaron Sajadi dashed through the bustling market centre of Kabul. Tightening his backpack, which contained his schoolbooks and binders, he ducked and weaved around vendors, livestock, and on occasion carts full of vegetables and fruits. He had to get home before the set curfew which the Soviet soldiers had placed on all civilians in the Capital city of Afghanistan.
Such was the nature of the region in 1981, it was common for the streets to come alive with gunfire and blinding explosions of flash grenades and bombs. The aftermath of which was sometimes seen at dawn the next day; a bloodstain in the sand, casings of bullets scattered in the area, and occasionaly a body left behind, either belonging to the Soviets or the Mujahideen insurgents.
However, Aaron was clever for his seventeen years. He kept to the shadows during dusk, and he was able to pass for fourteen, so long as he kept his mouth shut. The insurgents were known for kidnapping older children and forcing them to fight for the
"Hey, this is Amellia. I can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"
How many times had I heard that message? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? It's funny how time had a way of slipping by when you've given up.
*Click* The message plays again.
*Beep* It ends.
*Click* *Beep* *Click* *Beep*
I still pay for the cell phone's service. Every month for the last half-year, in comes the bill and I send it back paid for another four weeks.
*Click* *Beep* *Click* *Beep*
I've heard the message countless times. I committed it to memory a long time ago. It's the same every time... but I keep listening, and imagining her beside me.
I'm remembering our fights.
I think about her smile.
I remember how happy she was when I asked her to marry me.
I recall our honeymoon.
I remember the crash.
Her bloodstained face when she looked at me from the driver's seat.
564378iuy76roibg"Jack, what the fuck was that?!"
"Oh please, like you would've done anything different?"
"Yeah! I would've! Why did you light him on fire?!"
"First, I just lit his jacket on fire, he just happened to be wearing hairspray. How could I have known?"
"What in the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Hey, but at least you know that brandy's flammable now, right?"
Just one word.
That's all it takes.
Continued by many.
Followed by pushing.
We wish it will stop.
We try hard to be strong.
To deal with it on our own.
But when we try and ask for help, we get put down and told to 'get over it'.
It's not just physical, it's not just emotional.
It attacks our confidence.
And shatters our Esteem.
It threatens our well-being as we dream.
That maybe, just maybe we'll be treated like everyone else. To feel what it's like to not fear of being hurt.
To those who bully; to those who judge.
Put on the shoes of someone who you have hurt and,
Walk a mile where they have walked.
Feel the feelings that they have felt.
So, do yourself a favor.
Think before you speak.
Think before you do.
'Cause you never know; the victim could someday be you.
Then you will realize that your words nor your actions were ever that cool.
By: Krista M. Warcop
SurviveWhispers in my ear
Compel me to surrender.
But I will not hear;
I defy my contender.
Defeat is not an option;
There is no other way:
Survive against all odds
To die another day.
'Tis the oldest battlecry;
The only ultimatum.
Fight until you die
Rather plain verbatim.
To be classified as "alive,"
Survive, survive, survive.
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