My Grandfathers eyes were always warm. I also could feel a deep connection due to me inheriting the same shape and colour. His eyes changed during the day's leading to his death. That warmth I use to feel morphed into a look I've never seen in him before or in myself. Fear. I didn't realize how out of touch I was with death ... More..
There it was. Starring at me. Red, sagging eye lids that surround dark, yellow, twitching eyes. A challenging stare. Straight at me. Without blinking. A smirk. The top of its lip revealing a couple of decayed teeth. Still. So still and terrifying. There is no sound. Silence. Just that face. Starring, still and without shame.... More..
I never really understood why my father never wanted me in his life. As far back as I can remember, my father always had better things to do. The funny thing is, he never really had any demanding jobs, hobbies, or sports activities. He never did anything but drink and complain about the worlds problems. He would watch televi... More..
Just as you arrive to the third floor and the elevator doors open up, you are usually greeted by three elderly ladies. One is staring at the floor, the other is staring at you, smiling, but with a sad look in her eyes. The third is walking in a circle, mumbling and seems to be searching for an answer that is impossible to fi... More..
I was outside in our backyard with some of my fathers tools. It was a sunny day and the maple trees sheltered the spot I chose to play in. Playing alone in the backyard was something my mother use to always be concerned with. I took apart a lot of my toys and lost the parts in the grass once in awhile. I would make friends w... More..
There is a confusing feeling. Then fear later follows. Fear that creates unbearable feelings in my stomach. Anxious and a desire to do something. Something, anything that will somehow cure the horrible feeling and make it go away. The restraint paralyses my body making me feel weak and drained. Shaking with a desire to be al... More..
Who knew that consistent, daily routines to maintain what is valuable would consume our lives. Loss prevention, if you will. Everything on the spectrum needs regular, routine-maintenance and most of it can only be managed through a monetary system. You also need motivation. To have motivation - you must value something - to ... More..
I view my reflection through a filter. Years of conditioning that has been distorted for what I speculate others see in my face. I see the details everyday. My face represents all that is me internally. That is what I have created. It's what I use to hide from you. My face, the face you see, is the physical connection to my ... More..
Most married men are not readily willing to admit they watch Internet porn on any level. It's like ringing a towel to get a forthcoming answer. I suppose their concerned about how it might reflect on them as a parent or husband. Single men have no problem, there's nothing to lose. Women on the other hand, after a few glasses... More..
Some interesting thoughts and feelings come up when you leave someone. Especially when you think you can get romantically involved with somebody else immediately after. It doesn't work. I have tried this destructive and desperate type of decision making three times since Maureen, my ex-wife. It not only takes away from the h... More..
Taylor Ibanez
Kitchener, Ontario CA
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