Only In My Dreams Do The Beatles Get Back TogetherThe year was 1974. I was in London about to see Ringo Starr in concert. Walking in the streets was John Lennon. I approached him and said "Are you going to get the band back together", in reference to The Beatles. He told me "We must go our separate ways".Only In My Dreams Do The Beatles Get Back Together1 hour ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
T15 Empty SpacesI lived and worked in Vietnam for an amputated year.T15 Empty Spaces13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Before leaving for Vietnam I burned all bridges, spent a month in the north country and the day before leaving cut my hair. I arrived in Ho Chi Minh City/Saigon with a half a hundred dollars in my pocket, a bag of clothes and no interest in looking back.
A year later I left as a stranger to myself, returned to my life and mostly stitched myself back together.
I worked six days a week at a school in the center of town on the side of what for cars would be a six lane road, but for motorcycles was more of an 18 lane highway. I slept in a house tucked away in a district on the edge of the city.
I lived on my motorcycle. Everyone in Ho Chi Minh City does.
Sunday mornings school started early. I took to starting even earlier.
I’d ride my motorcycle over the stinking rivers and through the traffic to get to the park across from the school. Every Sunday, I walked the park. I walked slowly, looked at the trees and let the city disappear
himera..cand greutatea intunericului.himera..21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
imi inchide pleoapele..
nici chiar moartea nu va putea..
sa traga definitiv cortina intre mine si eu..
sangele meu curge pana si..
..ce-as fi ajuns fara clipa vietii tale..
intriga tuturor umbrelor..
exista in mine..
insa durerea grea..
o voi simti si in ochii noptii eterne..
puternici sunt plamanii vantului..
propriei agonii prada..
plina de pofta ascult..
chemarea altei lumi..
cand luna rosie apare..
sufletul lacom priveste afara..
prin perdeaua de lacrimi a ochilor stinsi..
care-au uitat sa vada..
aud chemarea ..
Another Day Under The Sun - 5Wow, what a year it’s been. I have decided to go to University to get away from my family and try and live on my own. But they planned everything for me. First, I wasn’t allowed to go College since its expensive and my sister was renting so I might as well live with her and two of her friends who I don’t know.Another Day Under The Sun - 54 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My habit of staying in my room away from people hasn’t changed. The only time I leave is for food and uni. Even moving away from my family, I feel like I’m still living under the same roof. My first week of uni I wasn’t even allowed to go out with some new friends, I have no control of my life. I am so useless since I failed at trying to leave my parents.
I even got into trouble by taking the tram alone and my parents yelled at my sister who then yelled my ear off in the car on the way home. I choose my actions, not her, so don’t yell at her. I don’t want to be baby sat anymore. I want to be free and chose what I want to do. Not be
Another Day Under The Sun - 4I just passed my senior year and now I have no idea what to do with my life. I was close to failing year 12 just like how I fail at life. I thought I was doing well and would get a higher grade, but I guessed wrong. I am being pushed in different directions, my parents are telling me to have a gap year and continue working but I fear that would just bring me more despair, my brother is telling me how much of an idiot I am and that he will get a better grade than me because “he thinks he’s better than everyone”, and I hope I do with all my heart that I can finally decide my future for myself. But I feel the pressure of what is right and wrong pushing me down.Another Day Under The Sun - 45 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Today is Christmas and it is supposed to be jolly but I have been depressed more than ever. I hate Christmas and the heat that comes with it. For half the day I have sat in my room watching tv shows just to get away from the family.
A few days ago my sister punched me and gave me a bruise on my arm. It is three da
2014-068 Sunrise, sunsetSunrise came an hour later today, as did sunset.2014-068 Sunrise, sunset14 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It is amazing, is it not, how we little humans can manipulate the heavens with our clocks. Such time-travelers we are.
Pious folk are fond of saying that God is beyond time or outside of time, as if he watches time from the outside, like a worker next to an eternal conveyor belt, moving the people and pieces around as he pleases.
It is a convenient thought, but it doesn't fit the biblical drama where God is intimately involved in our stories and where Christmas, Good Friday, Easter, and Pentecost, all of them concrete events in time, chang the course of eternity.
I expect it is closer to the truth to say that time is simply one of the ways that God is; that the ceaseless progression of one event after another is simply part of his nature. Yet he sees the end from the beginning. Such is the wonder of God.
Universes may bang big and collapse into nasty black holes, but God remains God.
Can I see God in the times of my lif
My Trip to South East Asia part1Malaysia - It BeginsMy Trip to South East Asia part115 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We arrived from the airport late at night. Immediately after leaving the plane, I was birthed from an air coned womb soon realizing that gentle Freudian atmosphere would be steadily replaced. Now coated with the greasy afterbirth only a new foreign world such as the one Malaysia can bring to a newborn tourist such as me, we got a taxi from its respective terminal after an hour long bus drive from the airport itself. A Skybus to be exact (judging by the speeds it met with I’d agree). The bus drive lulled me into a frightening calm. Where was I? Who are these people about me? Where am I relative to the world and the people who inhabit it? The jungles; which I can say without poetic embellishment or literary tact, carried on till the eye could see no more. Palm trees scattered for eons of deep midnight blue shades and thin slivers of white and yellow light. Huge billboards mere miles apart layered the side of the tropical road with a commercial beauty that the t
This is Me.I thought I should start opening up to everyone, even the random people who come across my deviations, so here it is.This is Me.16 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My name is Alex, I am 17, I have 3 younger siblings. I think it's sad to think about a senior in high school who really feels depressed and sad inside but can't talk to anyone. Not his family, his friends, his girlfriend even. I should start in the beginning when I was younger. when I was about 6-7 years old. I moved to wonderful Des Moines in Iowa, I went from a small rural town with plenty of friends to this big city. Before I moved to Des Moines, I had a good friend named Jared. We were like brothers and were as close as ever. We used to walk to school together. He was a year younger than me. I used to look out for him and help him with things. simple things. like walking a bike across the street, fending off assholes who try to mess with us. It wasn't easy being really young. The day after I moved to Des Moines. I received a phone call from Jared's dad saying that t
9.March.2014Write a short advertisement for any common object. Show consumers why they can’t live without it!9.March.201418 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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First JobWhy is it that some of the best people disappear. My first day, my first job, no big deal I was ready to work but I wasn’t sent to where I was located, I was sent to do setup at a different store. This old black cat M. was my district manager and was completely the opposite of what I had expected. His English was almost perfect but he had a heavy Caribbean or African accent, one which I highly liked when I find it coming from cartoon or movie characters. M. and I quickly forged a friendly and great relationship, having said that this story isn’t about M., I’m just mentioning him because he is at the start of something good.First Job20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was originally stationed at a store located very close to home but it was a store I had never stepped foot in, unless you want to count the second that I stepped in to inquire as to the application. No, after setting up the store a little further off from home M. had sent me to yet another store to help with setup there. This store was yet again
in tandem..el poarta o metafora in jurul gatului ei..in tandem..21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
este stralucitoare si nu este din aur
este din vene
sensul metaforei lui din jurul gatului ei..
este la pieptul lui.in pieptul ei.
este incolora,dar are lumina..
si este din atomi de
dar nu tace..
noaptea ea isi da usor bluza jos..
si apoi isi scoate incet blugii..
si isi pune camasuta ei transparenta
dar metafora lui
ramane in jurul gatului ei..
si metafora viseaza
viseaza,ca are un sens..
si atunci..metafora capata sens
si atunci..metafora e sensul
iar sensul devine metaforic..
si atunci prin venele lui
din jurul gatului ei
curge insetat sangele ei
din atomii lui..
si atunci ei devin una..
si atunci ei sunt una..
restul sunt detalii..
fuziune..am stiut ca voi fi a ta..fuziune..21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
..dinainte de-a ma naste..
intinzi mana..imi atingi obrazul..
mainile tale in mainile mele..
pieptul tau respira cu greu..
e rasuflarea pamantului langa inima mea..
..cerul s-a deschis..
buzele arse cauta tremurande..
te-astept dinainte de a ma naste..
trupu-mi vibreaza pulsand..
traiesc si mor..
ochi umezi..dinti inghetati..guri insetate..
te-astept dinainte de-a ma naste..
flacari ma mistuie..trupu-mi se frange..
..alunec in neant..
cer si pamant..pamant sau cer..
soapte delirante..gemete surde..