I never knew you. I don’t know what caused you to take your life this week. I don’t know why you choose the place you did or the method you did. But I have not been able to stop thinking about you since the phone call came in to my place of work.   I was the one who answered the phone when the medical examiner called, asking for someone to come to pick up your body. I watched...

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I tire of having to defend free speech on OD. It should seem obvious to everyone that the Politics Circle is a place of free speech, a place where diarists can present their viewpoints and debate and discuss the issues of the day and/or political philosophy. Is it always nice and happy? Of course not, it's political debate. It gets contentious, it can get nasty at times. But that's to be...

This world is not my home, I'm just passing through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.   Chorus O Lord you know I have no friend like you If Heaven's not my home,...

I sit here just stunned and annoyed.  People are tired of sharing their lives and being judged by others.  I remember why I can here to OD was because I felt welcomed and accepted by others.  I loved how open and honest others were and it was inspiring to me. I would read the few favorites that I have and could be encouraged, uplifted, laugh, or...

In last Tuesday’s elections, Republicans regained governorships of Virginia and New Jersey. My right-wing friend reliably shot off an e-mail crowing that the “love fest” for Obama was over. My friend’s remark troubles me, because he’s right. Obama has been in office for eleven months and all the talk is about how he’s failed to fix the economic crisis. It...

Two years ago. May 14,2007. I had brain surgery. the doctors thought i would be a vegetable if i survived. at best i would be able to do a few years of pyshical therapy and maybe be able to walk. at best i would be able to do pyschical therapy. i woke up May 14th. I couldnt figure out the bandage on my head. was it some sort of preperation for surgery. i was grugy. a blonde woman walked by my...

You're late. I grew tired of waiting, so I attempted to find you.  It was an honest effort, I promise.  I searched for you at every poetry reading in town, my voice warbling in breathless anxiety that you were there, listening.  Those cafes abound in shadowed nooks and unlit crannies, and I figured you'd interrupt.  You'd step into the gentle light, pull me by the hand...

So this is my entry for the OD theme of the week! A house isn't always a home. What's your vision of the ideal home atmosphere? You know how the old Roman army used to model it's battle formations off of the turtle? Basically, there was probably a Roman dude watching a turtle beat somethings ass and he had a great idea. He made it so their formations were protected...

I still find it hard to believe this is taken seriously. Just to get my perspective clear right off the bat. Then again, I have a hard time wrapping my mind around the average person's intellect. Condescending, elitist, whatever, people are stupid. Circumcision remains a surgery in search of a cause. It was the cure for masturbation, after all. OH WAIT, BOYS JERK OFF ANYWAY. Then I think...