Truth is Life’s most flowing melodic piece. It is characterized by its highs and lows that are sharp in their falls yet quite flat in their upbeat tones. It’s ironic- life- but so are we in our relative needs and propensities. To each his own business for one’s sacred space is his and only his to embrace. To face life one needs to face the truth about himself and his surroundings with good faith not compromise or shaping people’s convictions to fit his.
Tunnel Vision is a short story written by Kelli J. Gavin and shared with The Ugly Writers. Tunnel Vision All Roads Lead to Rome. I remember hearing that statement when I was a child. I didn’t have a clue…
Sometimes you gotta fall is a poem written by Reuben Abrogar and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Break Out. Sometimes you gotta fall It hasn’t been a good time But it has been a good…
There were many powerful forces in place, dating back to slavery, that limited options for black people in the segregated Deep South. Mississippi was the last bastion of the confederacy in 1962, and Ole Miss was its Fort Fisher. Even the name ‘Ole Miss' was a term slaves used to refer to the wife of a plantation owner.
There are 7 continents across the globe with 7.8 billion other people in it, 747.6 million in Europe, 5.7 million in Denmark and then there's us. There’s you and me. No matter how much I decrease the size of the area where I could meet you, what are the chances that I would find you? Is there even a chance at all?
Ang bawat 'sang kataga ang siyang magsisilbing tangway,
Mga katagang katotohanan ang s'yang tinataglay.
Ito rin ang magsisilbi at gagamitin kong pangkulay,
Sa pagpinta ng isang bagong kabanata ng aking buhay.
Sana sa susunod ay ako nalang, ako nalang iyong magugustuhan mo. Ako na’lang iyong hanggang sa dulo ay makakasama mo. Hindi lang mula sa pagkamusmos kundi hanggang sa ikaw ay maging Lolo. Ako na’lang iyong pipiliin ng iyong puso. Ako lang ang siyang laging nasa tabi mo hanggang sa magwakas ating mundo.
Bawat isa sa atin ay may nakalaang oras ....
Oras na nagbibilang ng mga sandali natin sa mundo ...
Oras na patuloy na umiikot kasabay ng pag-ikot ng bawat kapalaran ng tao.
Each of us has known someone with cancer, and many of us have lost someone because of cancer. Cancer isn't political. Cancer doesn't normally attack people based on skin color. Cancer doesn't discriminate. But apparently tonight, some people are slightly skewed in their thinking and believe that this man's death doesn't count.
The sound is deafening, like a 747 screaming toward take-off. Slashes of cold water spit high into the air, needle-pricks on my face, salt washing into my eyes. I struggle to keep my focus on the board tip in the boiling, hissing blue-green crest.
Not an easy one… but I have to do this. I have to let you go and I know you'll have a better journey ahead. Don't worry as you will carry my heart as you leave, so you will never be alone. But if you finally find her, I wanted you to be the best you can. And the happiest you can be.
After stepping back and talking to others I then realized that I'm not insane.
That I'm not treated how I'm supposed to be treated.
I just let you have your way because I treasure your friendship.
But you keep doing it over and over again.
