I am training for the New York marathon in November, I cannot get past eighteen and a half miles, I was up to nineteen and a half, until I had to work third shift to fill in for a nurse who covered my vacation when I went to New Orleans. I have not ran in the AM for two days, and the results within my running group showed. So my mental muse lent me his ear. Brown Eyes

In my mind

by GlitterFairy01

Script / True Confessions

April 20, 2018

Comments: 3

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: what-i-think

Feel The Fire II

by Brown Eyes

Poem / True Confessions

April 19, 2018

Comments: 1

Shelves: 2

The House

Tags: waiter, italian-restaurant, handsome-man

Summary

And if I should lose my emotions....

Walking Out My Life III

by Brown Eyes

Poem / True Confessions

April 19, 2018

Comments: 1

Shelves: 3

The House

Tags: waiter, italian-restaurant, handsome-man

Summary

The heartfelt breakup

French Quarter Whore

by Brown Eyes

Short Story / True Confessions

April 15, 2018

Comments: 1

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: man, woman, new-orleans

Man's Best Friend

by Brown Eyes

Poem / True Confessions

April 14, 2018

Comments: 1

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: man, woman, cash, canine, secret-society

Sins Of The Past

by Brown Eyes

Short Story / True Confessions

April 12, 2018

Comments: 1

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: man, woman, fetish, private, cuban

Mental Intermission

by Brown Eyes

Poem / True Confessions

April 12, 2018

Comments: 1

Shelves: 1

The House

Tags: sex, love, emotions, one-night

Delving Into the Darkness

Chapter 100

by Marilyn Whyte

Book / True Confessions

April 04, 2018

Comments: 30

Shelves: 4

The House

Tags: depression, darkness, despair, mental-illness, bipolar

Summary
Chapters

A journey through my struggle with my own mind.

Dear Father...

by Marilyn Whyte

Poem / True Confessions

March 30, 2018

Comments: 9

Shelves: 5

The House

Tags: dad, alcohol, letter, conflict, resolution

Summary

I wrote this a few years ago in the hope of finding the confidence to give it to my Dad face to face, sit with him while he read it, and begin a calm and rational dialogue. I hoped to find the perfect moment, but of course it has never come, and now I feel that his age and health makes my need for resolution selfish, so yet again I have left words unspoken, emotions locked away and will never have my answer. I am sharing them here now, for the first time since they were written. Their release will perhaps release my need to find an ending...