rhiesa

I don't understand it. I write well, why is it only the 13-15 year old girls that like what I write. Is it even worth trying if that is my greatest demographic?

I have tried very hard to find anything really bad about tim hortons.

I now know that they are owned by wendys, the paper cups are irresponsible for the environment. That they accidentally sponsored an anti-homosexual rally in the US for a few days. Aside from those three things though, I can not find a single hint of scandal, not even one tragic mistake.

That is not possible.

Every large corporation has at least one bad person in it. There are bad people everywhere, they are very good at getting in top positions. Google, the pride and joy of the internet even has some seedy side stories if you look for them.

Does anyone know about tim hortons? Do they bribe isps to censor negative opinions? What is going on here?

A question rarely answered

A confession left unsaid

A dream so often cast aside

With unappealing dread

So common is the very thought

that only few inspired

possess the spark to finely craft

those works of art desired

all of us, the dear and lost

the rich and poor possess

the gift of heart to lay within

soft words sweet caress

I got in a fight with my father earlier so I went outside and tried to meditate.

I sat down, put my hands together in the correct form and focused on my crown chakra. At first I was pushing relaxation down my body. Then I felt waves coming from my core, rushing up through me. Slow at first then faster and faster.

My head was slumped and it started to rise, then it went back, pushing my chest forward, arching my spine and I started shaking, convulsing.

Every sensation was heightened a thousand fold, when I opened my eyes I felt blinded by light, the rush of wind of leaves was like thunder.

I've recently had a full medical checkup, the only thing wrong with me is that I'm bipolar.

Any thoughts on what happened?

I've been drinking green tea for several months, brewed from leaves in 80 degree water for five minutes.

After some research I haven't been able to find anything to verify the feeling that after drinking a cup of the tea for an hour or two I have a sweet taste on the back of my tongue.

I wonder, could it be that the green tea somehow restores my sense of taste from frequent smoking? I don't sweeten the tea and so I'm thoroughly flummoxed.

I'm a strong athiest and a philosophy major. Quite a bit of my course load is looking at religious philosophies and I just can't look at it objectively. No matter what benefit religion has given the world all of it's faults, all of it's lies, blind me to any of its merits.

I see religious people as less intelligent, all religious ideals false.

Though spirituality is entirely different, I can respect spirituality (greek gods as well because we recognize them as mythic). Viewing the wonder of nature and the harmony of the universe is spirituality for me.

I dislike being sort of a fundamentalist foaming at the mouth athiest, and so was wondering if you knew any good books that could help harbor at least a slight respect for religion.

Backspace (yes, the one on your keyboard >.>)

The letters turn backwards and flow up the line

A lesson of loss is left to decline

knowledge forgotten it's time to go on

write down the memory untill it's all gone

Simple pressure and it all goes away

The nearly shown tears from silent dismay

Living in thoughts, emotion writ down

Dream of smiling through a perpetual frown

Never again will these words appear

The moment has passed, it was even sincere

Is it cowardice to watch it's slow pass?

Just an idea, a fade to it's last.

Ahem, as you can tell I'm a bit low on ideas, let me know what you think and don't hesitate to throw me a random topic! *begs for inspiration*

Every few days there's a tingling sensation that pulses throughout my entire body. It lasts about five to ten minutes and fades away over another five.

I (uncontrollably) raise my head and feel completely and utterly at peace. After I open my eyes I feel dissasociated with the world around me as well as with my own body yet also like everything is absolutely perfect. And the strangest thing is that I can never write well unless this happens, it always inspires me.

This is probably a stupid question with a simple obvious answer, but I just have no idea what it is and no one I have ever described it to knows what it is.