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It’s weird to think some people don’t feel anxiety

It’s weird to think some people don’t feel anxiety

Sometimes when I open up to people about anxiety they give me very basic answers like “try talking to people”, or they compare anxiety to something strange, like not being able to sleep because of a sound in the room (my dad did this once). Then I have to remember that not everyone experiences this, not everyone will exactly understand.

This hit me when I wrote my personal essay (about my struggle to connect/social anxiety) for my college application and my teacher who I asked to review it literally couldn’t understand the points I wrote about describing my experiences. I even tried to personify the anxiety (thinking I was clever) and she didn’t think it fit. I think she even left a comment saying something about just trying to reach out of my comfort zone and talk to more people or something. She wasn’t rude or anything, it just hit me that she’s literally never experienced this before and I could tell by talking to her about it.

This is kinda an old story but I just think about it a lot and notice it in people a lot more. It’s just so alien to me I guess, no offense.

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Sex Education

Sex Education

It’s a rite of passage. At the beginning of the chase,
we make do with kisses all about the face
with our mother’s staunchest warnings that we should wage a war
to maintain our chastity as in days of yore.

But TV is an oasis of fleshy predilections,
a veritable manual of “how to” sex directions.
Add to that the internet and to our folks’ remorse,
we can view every possible form of intercourse.

No more that gentle manual slipped into our hand
by an embarrassed mother whose speech is neatly canned—
birds and bees and butterflies, instructions prettified—
that certain code of etiquette that could not be defied.

So the twenty-first century deals with acts of love,
presented not with gentle push, but with a mighty shove.
Leave the loving out of it. The act is what we’re after.
Forget the gentle wooings, the tenderness and laughter.

It seems the world is doing its best to turn our teens
into walking, selfie-taking, loveless sex machines—
taking what they want so fast that they do not perceive
that love is also giving—not just what you receive.

Love techniques are fine so long as learners also see
that dealing with their feelings requires maturity.
Take care in your choosing. Make sure that you both love,
so when passion finally finds you, it fits you like a glove.

SUCH IS LIFE

SUCH IS LIFE

Such is a moment for a youth who lives,
A moment without feeling his heart,
he neither asks nor wish’s but forgives,
his heart lives inside him and will never be apart,
a youth of such sadness cannot live but survive,
every time he falls and picks himself up and thinks it’s the start,
he is criticized and tortured for being alive,
Push’s himself into trouble and thinks it to be smart,
if his life was in his hand, he is ready to give,
give it the angel of death after his beloved’s depart.

such is life when there is no humanity,
tis a world that embrace his calamity,
no one is there to see his pain and agony,
he lives in the world, thinking everyone is a family,
but he’s wrong, there’s no unity,
riots emerged with emergence of community,
sadness bonded with him, like earth and gravity,
acting like trusting but none does in reality,
what he hates more is cruelty and brutality,
living within a crazy society.

Such life is for a youth who wants peace,
hatred on him has increased,
the best of his heart, has ceased,
Wishes his soul to disappear with this disease,
verily with hardship comes ease,
had enough of that, this and these,
cry’s to his lord on his knees,
his blood is about to freeze,
spends his last few days under trees breeze,
he don’t have energy to say ”don’t go please”.

Next

When we meet next
Tell me what matters to you
what makes the tight heart in your chest beat fast
what makes your eyes spark
what rests in the abyss of your being that describes the dazzle in your eyes
When we meet next
Tell me about your favorite destination
is it a mountain or a beach?
Tell me how does it make you feel
when you are at the top of the hill
when you stray in the narrow-deep valleys
Or when you hear the fierce sound of the waves
grasping the sun as it melts down in the sea
Tell me why you are so quiet under the stars
what goes on loud in your head as you see them twinkling bright in the dark
Tell me the movie that is close to your heart
the one that forms a lump in your throat
the one that floods your eyes with tears
that descend into warm rivers on your dry cheeks
Tell me the song that is closest to your heart
the one you listen to when all seem dark
When we meet next
will you allow me to take a glimpse of your soul?
show me how gracefully you have woven it to create a piece of an art
When we meet next
Tell me those little tales
that have built a big home in your heart
Tell me what thoughts spring up in your head
which make your lips swiftly spread wide apart
Tell me why you cringe when you are amidst the mass
what keeps you awake at night
Tell me the stories you have buried deep in your heart
the ones that shake you up and thud your heart to talk about
Let me be your expression because I know the toxicity of bottling up the emotions inside
Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.
Tell me everything when it comes to the matters of soul and heart
I will tell you mine
Only this time, I won’t stop babbling.

HOME

In these four cracked walls I felt home, Cause out there beyond these bricks, I was in a battled field with a half broken, half crooked sword, My boots had been a worthy delicacy to the emaciated rats in here, My combat uniform a dessert. A home to a weary me, a fattening camp to […]

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WOMAN ♀️

Woman

Woman!
Who is this woman?
She is, woven out of man.
Just as it is, in the Creator’s plan,
She climaxed creation, http://bharasa.comto complete her man.
The perfect she-man in the great plan.

She is not a competition,
As she is not the woe of man,
But the wonderful side of man.
All that her man is not, she is; the completion.

Back at the garden, she was not the blame.
She just needed her man’s fame,
And thought of him, even in her naivety; the call.
Then, there was a fall,
A fall she less anticipated
But participated anyways.

With blessed womb, she carries new life,
Life of hope, and greatness.
A life to save generations; redemption.

What you give her, she takes, and multiplies.
She never returns with no interest, 
Even if she has no interest.
She always tries.

She worries, nags, fidgets, all for love. 
All that her heart can carry, cannot be explained but expressed.
In her action, she speaks,
And in her physique, she impacts.
Irrespective of how she is treated, she rises.
No matter how society sees her, she makes a move,
A move to make things better, even if she lose praises.

She is the softer part of her man,
The inner part of man in human form.
That part that needs care and attention.
She speaks what her man feels,
And feels what her man speaks.
She is, a Woman; woven out of man.

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COHABITING IN CAMPUS- YAY/NAY?

College is not the place to close off your options to date and physically settle with someone. Your significant other may get bored and want to date around/doesn’t have the maturity to overcome problems/graduation comes and your lover waves goodbye and says,”it’s been nice” Carole Liberman[Author & Relationship Expert] Heyyyyyy you!🥳🥳🥳Happy new year! This is […]

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