Betrayal...I know it's a little late, but a little while before this time, the biggest betrayal in Cleveland history happened...let me just summarize it. Art Modell (owner of the Cleveland Football franchise) was in Baltimore. He interrupted the Mayor's speech. Everyone was thinking "wtf?" Well, Modell got onto the podium and said some of the most infamous words in the history of the USA.Betrayal...1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
"Hello, I am NFL owner Art Modell...owner of the Cleveland Browns football franchise. In my hand I hold a petition...this petition I signed with the city of Baltimore...do you guys know what this means? The Browns are indeed coming to Baltimore!"
It was the most heart crushing thing for the city. Modell was taking everyone's favorite Dawgs. The team was shocked...they couldn't finish out their season...home games where like slaughter houses. Fans where sawing out seats and throwing them onto the field...they where lighting fires! The Dawg Pound got so rowdy in final games that in the final Cleveland home games a
60 Degrees Fahrenheit..., and Dropping Fast.You wake up feeling silent. Nothing in your head. You rise to look at the mid-morning sun----and each ray seems to send a blinding-hot ice pick through your eyes. You wonder if a needle in the humors would stop the pain...but you clutch your head and lie there. You couldn't grab a needle if you tried; you can't even move. Nothing to do but roll off the couch and completely cover your head with the pillowcase, like some Guantanamo Bay prisoner.60 Degrees Fahrenheit..., and Dropping Fast.3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Feeling your way to the clothes you discarded last night, you put them back on. The denim is itchy, and the cotton screen-print shirt makes you want to cry, but you can't go into the kitchen naked. You want to, but you can't...right now, you can't even think of why.
Dressed and miserable, still silent, you shuffle into the kitchen, nausea gripping your stomach so tightly you're sure you won't eat. But you grab a bowl of Boo Berry (the pastel colors of the marshmallows and the almost black purple of the cereal seem to draw the sick right ou
Thanksgiving Memoir On Family"What is a family? A Family is the collective group of people with similar blood lines or blood lines built upon with similar tastes, traditions and moralistic values.Thanksgiving Memoir On Family4 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Whoever started your family be grateful to that unknown first person who grabbed a lady and said "will you be my wife?" And kept it going, Family are the ones who love you, no matter who you love, gay or interracial, No matter how weird you are, or dysfunctional, no matter how much of an ass you are, it all the more fun to choke hold you down in those fucked up family meals. Whether your a pure bred princess or a melting pot very race in between, your family will always be there for you and if you can't rely on them, you always have a friend to share your burdens, why else are they called your chosen family?" ---JMS
Human TouchThe earth will listen to my anger, and provide me the best path.Human Touch6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
The sea will feel my anger, and console me.
But the sky will have seen it already, and rage with me. It will show unto the world my anger, my sorrow, my pain.
But in it all, none if them will ever feel my joy. That only a human can do.
Singin' In The RainI grew up in Washington, specifically in the rainy areas of Washington. As I grew I found myself gradually coming to love the rain.Singin' In The Rain6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
In 5th grade if it was raining I would rather be inside.
In 6th grade I just wouldn't care if it was raining anymore.
In 7th grade I would find myself grinning and humming to myself if it was raining.
In 8th grade I would look out the window to discover it was raining. At that point I would whoop with glee and rush out I the house, running fast as I could into the rain.
In 9th grade when the seasons turned towards summer I could not sleep if it was not raining.
Just the other night I laid myself down in bed at last late at night and found myself hearing music in the raindrops, and was lulled to sleep by their symphonies.
Rain has become everything. When it rains, I smile. When I feel the water I can't help but laugh. When it begins to pour down hard, I find myself singing despite myself, my mood in an ever lifting state. I cannot be unhappy when it rains i
A Little Bit Of RainThe other night I stepped into my room and took a good sniff of the air. The window was open and it was a bit chilly. But as I took in the scents, I was reminded of my family's good friends in Bremerton. Specifically I recalled the scent of their living room at around 10:30 at night. I found that the most noticeable scents were a little bit of candle, a little bit of rain, and a lot of home.A Little Bit Of Rain6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Freed By The SeaLife is light.Freed By The Sea6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
But when you go to sleep there is suddenly a weight in the sky that presses down on you and keeps you grounded in the dreams.
Dreams are heavy.
And when you wake it all lifts up and the sky releases you unto the earth.
But when you go upon the sea, ALL weight is removed, and you are allowed to lie down and forget that you ever lived. And then is when your dreams will be light. Such is the gift of the sea. The waves what sing the gentle song that gives your soul shelter from the storm. The song that will forever change your life.
Now sleep, child, and dream of the sea.
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Beauty of the Rain Have you ever seen a city so dreary? Overcast, raining, no hope for a sun. The lights are a bit dimmer even though its dark out. I look again. No, it's more grey. The rain danced on the cement as it wandered to a drain. My hands and feet are warm from the hot chocolate I was sipping on. The candle I lit gave off the only light in the room as it burned all alone. I opened a window to let some air in. The rain gave a sense of rhythm and it soothed me. The walls are blank. Everything's blank. The floor, the sky, the windows, my journal, my mind, my heart, my soul. I spaced out for just a little while, feeling the memories flood back - memories that should be forgotten.Beauty of the Rain8 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I screamed like fire was in my blood stream. Like the world was ending. Like I was dying...because inside I was. Everything inside of me ached and I screamed for it to end. I wanted all of it gone. The memories, the pain, the loss, the grief, the pretend love, everything. Gone, forever.
Trilhos sem fimMudar de vidaTrilhos sem fim12 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Mudar de direcção
Mudar de rumo
Cortar relações com a rotineira e pachorrenta realidade
Divorciar da entediante pasmaceira
Remar contra a multidão aborrecida, desenxabida
Qual maré de feição revolta, porém de ânimo enternecido
Quebrar os círculos, desenhar novas figuras geométricas
Rescrever a paródia
Desde o primeiro rabisco esboçado tremida e timidamente
Folha após folha, página após página
Passar da história à estória
Contar com animosidade novos instantes, novas vivências
Dedilhar um novo itinerário trilhos fora
Sem rumo certo, traçado naquele mesmo instante incerto
A dificuldade da travessia
Que apenas resiste, persiste e consiste, na esfomeada e insegura dúvida
Facilmente ultrapassável esclarecida e desanuviada a predominante bruma
Agir sem circunspecção
Mergulhar com convicção, no fundo do oceano
E esbracejar até
on begging to be yourselfI don't want to die. I've never wanted to die, not even when I curled into an apostrophe and muttered the half-wish to the walls of my flesh.on begging to be yourself15 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
All I've ever wanted is a word. I want a word for the ache between my xylophone ribs that doesn't make my loved ones shudder with misinterpretation and distrust of my volatile heart; I want a word to encompass the missing parts that I cannot remember the names of; I want a word that will explain to people that it's okay that I'm not whole, because not-whole doesn't always equate to being broken.
I can tell you that my heart aches the way a blade of grass bends in a summer storm, my skin feels like drying watercolours on pavement and I can feel the highway of my veins inside my flesh, but I can't tell you that I have the word I need. I don't have it, but my knees are puckered from prayer that someone out there does and that one day they'll press poetry into my ears and share it with me like a secret.
I don't want to die. All I want is to be allowe
DepressionThere's nothing that people wouldn't know about because eventually the rumour would've spread by now and no info would be safe/hidden.Depression17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Look. When you close your eyelids,your eyes are still able to see. Even if your hands were icy cold,you'd still have a warm heart. Even though it were your hands that were broken,your heart would be the one to feel pain. The scars,burns and..unmentionable things would still bear no pain.
All the things you've gone through,nobody would understand. No explanations would be understood. It all goes to show how small-minded a human may be. Albeit,hormones or chemicals reacting toward one another in the process of the experimental reaction which are 'feelings'.
How much sense does it take for people to understand you? How many counsellors?
How many hospitals do you have to go to? The treatments, appointments, medications,tests...is it worth it?
And after every moment,every single torture that you had experienced...let me tell you something. Something. V
To a Friend...I know you're hurting right now. But please stay strong and hold onto all my hand and all our friends. Because no matter what, we'll help pull you out of the hole you've dug so deep.To a Friend...18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My dear friend, please don't cry. It hurts to see tears running down your face and when your smile in non-existent.
My dear friend, please stop hurting. You mean something to us, me, you, and all our friends care for you. We're like family and it really hurts us to see you down.
My dear friend, don't let anyone get to you. Some people are cruel, but you don't need them in your life. So don't get upset over this, there's people who support you.
My dear friend, don't hold so much in. If you need a shoulder to cry on, please talk to us. It hurts for you to hide the pain and smile, but it hurts us more when you hide something from us.
My dear friend, don't worry and stress so much. If someone hurts you or tries to bring you down, know that we'll stand by your side. No matter what.
Smile? A tru
Omegle got to me...You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!Omegle got to me...20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Question to discuss:
Sometimes I think, is this all there is? Is life just some kind of horrific joke with no punch line? That we're all just bidding our time until the sweet release of death?
Stranger: sometimes I think that too
You: You know I ask myself that sometimes.
You: I wasn't supposed to live past a month
Stranger: I think everyone does sometimes
You: Now here I am
Stranger: and really?
You: 18 years later
Stranger: I'm glad you survived
You: The doctor told my mom to have an abortion
Stranger: I'm sorry to hear that
You: Can you imagine how much that must have hurt her?
Stranger: I don't have children of my own, so no I can't imagine
You: And then afterwards yay I'm alive but then they have to wait for me to die
You: because they aren't sure what will happen
You: So I lived for 4 years until I got a kidney transplant, then a couple years ago I had to get another one do to it failing witch started this shit to begin with
Dissociating Mind:I want you to change how you look a these words. Read them as if you were at a distance, the words blurry and hard to make out. If said aloud do not tune into their meaning, listen as if in a lecture on your least favorite subject. Listen to them as if they were muffled, but listen nonetheless. I want you to now look around you, slowly take in your surroundings while you ask the following questions "Is this another regular day, or am I dreaming?" "Is any of this real? Have I woken up yet?" I imagine the edges of your world are wavering now. Doubt has spread in your mind and now you're not quite sure.Dissociating Mind:22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Now think of yourself, you know all of your interests, wants and needs. You know what you dislike and can't handle. You know what you look like. Or do you? I want you to imagine looking in the mirror and getting the sensation that the person staring back is not you. That is not your body. You are merely an onlooker. What do you look like again? Glance at a family member, quick. The first t
log entry 3and test entry 3Log 3: log three so today one of the military men went nuts and tried killing me and the CDC agent we got him down before he could hurt anyone hes al.......:LET ME GO THERE COMEING TO EAT US ALL:ya about that we had to tie him down and he keeps yelling carzy shit but me personal im scared of that guy he just gives me chills and the radio we hear that the military have big camps set up that are still up and running that goodlog entry 3and test entry 322 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Travis Samuel August 31 2018
Test entry 3:today we open up the body of a undead body that we killed and oh my god they just eat and eat we find multiple body parts of humans he ate its like this virus just tells them eat eat and eat but still no hope of a cure
Parents are great...Our parents have always told us to not listen to others who mock you or despise you because you don't meet their standards. They tell you to do what you want to do and try your best. Yet, here they are, telling us that a C in math isn't good enough. The scold us for not knowing things such as the states and capitals, yet neither do they. They tell us that they'll love us no matter what, but hold on, if you come out of the closet they'll disown you and beat you down emotionally, mentally, and sometimes physically. They tell us to never judge a book by its cover, yet they call the middle aged homeless guy a pedophile and that he should be ashamed of himself for being so filthy. They tell us that we can be anything we want to if we give it enough effort, but beware, because if you say you want to be a YouTube commentator or something of the sort, they'll scold you even more and tell you what you'll do with your life. Parents are just great, aren't they?Parents are great...22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
RememberRememberRemember23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I remember your scent…familiar and comforting.
I remember everything.
Everything from every relationship.
The touch of my lovers lips against my own.
The clean shaven face of my proud father.
The calloused touch of my mother’s guiding hand.
The rare yet kind embrace from a brother.
I remember everything.
The handshake from an endearing teacher.
The pat on the shoulder from an honest nurse.
The inaudible weeping on my shoulder from my loved ones.
The small scratching from my dog on my hand when I become too lost.
The large embrace from a friend held close.
The feeling of your life slipping.
I remember everything
The feeling of my heart as it skips a beat.
The feeling of my heart as it sinks into the depths.
The feeling of my heart as it tries to repair itself.
The feeling of emptiness that resides where you once were.
The feeling of something foreign…but
With you I am happy.
With you i