Tetrenius Cobalt
Bio
If you want to read something that's going to make you feel something more than happiness welcome home; everything I write comes from the well within and inspires thoughts and emotions once abandoned. Everything you've thought I will say.
Stories (27/0)
Sophomore Yr. At Vista
High school for me was seemingly a breeze. I had decent friends that strayed off the straight and narrow every so often, but overall things were good. I played sports, got decent grades and wasn’t the best with women, but had a couple girlfriends. All except for sophomore year when I transferred to Vista. My mother had just started taking her real estate/entrepreneur/hustle seriously and moved us up north. I have no idea why my father agreed to this. At that time it seemed like the worst possible move for everyone. In the past my mother had been flipping properties, but nothing that was out of the zip code. It was great, I remember going over and watching her take these decrepit buildings and turn them into something beautiful, and she always had a team that could turn her vision into reality. Fast forward to the new house up north and all of that was nonexistent. The only thing that stayed consistent was the house being a trash pit. This time not only did we have to live in it, but there was no team. We became the team. We left our beautiful house to chase my mothers dream.
By Tetrenius Cobalt3 years ago in Confessions
Woman are the Future
What is sexual desire? The list of things that could turn any one person “on” is immense. From the size and weight of the person to the voice or even how they walk. Obviously there are things like hormones involved with the when and why, but usually there’s a reason behind a person’s heat. That being said it must be questioned that if the person is unknowingly or unwillingly is the act still sexual in nature. Sex the act itself is a beautiful thing and links the soul/energy of those that are participating in it. However, if one of the individuals is not compliant does the act still bond them? They would have recollection of the event of course, but would hate how the events transpired or not be able to fully absorb the situation. For example, if a woman is taken advantage of will she naturally bond to her assailant? If a child is groomed to perform heinous sexual acts daily will they not adapt to their environment, accepting their situation out of survival instincts? Can anything sexual ever be undone? Take that same girl that was abused during her adolescent years, and ask her ten years later if shes recovered. Most likely her answer will be no. The goosebumps she still gets when men grab her wrist will still be there. The lack of trust that she will have in men will be timeless. Her whole mindset and how she views the world is forever changed; she no longer goes out to clubs or participates in nightly activities. How is that woman supposed to “recover”? Progressing that idea, how is she supposed to look at herself in the mirror and love herself, how is she supposed to love anyone else? Beyond that imagine all the people asking her endlessly “how she’s doing?”. Forcing her to relive the situation as now she has to think about just how not okay she’s really doing. What about the future generations? Seems like a selfish question because she doesn’t need to have a child just because she’s a woman with a womb. That being said if she did want a child she now has a significant deterrent for continuing with that idea. If she does have a child how will she raise it? Staying objective lets assume she doesn’t hate men for the rest of her life. Will she not still take extra care of her child in a different light? Late nights are a no go, having friends that are to risky will be a no, there will of course be so many late night conversations about being safe and how unfortunate and unfair the world is. Whose to say that, that will muddle the child’s head? Stats, stats are saying that parents who are to overprotective, who coddle their children to the point of weakness ruin them. The child will lash out ten out of ten times in whatever fashion for them that may be. Verbal abuse, physical abuse, self harm, disassociating or the simple inability to realize they can succeed in the world. Not only that but how they interpret the world they live in and their place within it. These children are born in waves creating the generational problems we see today and it only gets worse. Those children grow up to then become adults who run our society. Not saying they can’t grow throughout the transition, but the prior incidents of their past will remain and the memories of other lives that they’ve witnessed get pummeled never leave them. That’s not even one of the major problems there is within the world today ; its just something that could be fixed with common decency. Were raising the rapists . Watch your mouth. Were raising the psychopaths. Treat people the way you want to be treated. Were raising the predators. Be vigilant, just watch. Stop letting our woman get bullied and tossed around. Treat them with respect, treat them like they hold the future within them because they do, and don’t do it because they’re women and they’re “frail” they’re not. Do it because it’s the right thing to do we’re all humans we owe each other that much.
By Tetrenius Cobalt3 years ago in Humans
My Friend Death
Everyone on this planet they call Earth is afraid of one thing above all else. Falling from the sky, dogs, physical contact, being social, but all of that is trumped by death. I see it differently, death is beautiful and that’s why I befriended him. When I was seven my Mother was taken from me in a car accident (broken neck and ruptured spleen). That’s where I seen him the first time, taking my mom away. We talked about life, his job and me. This sparked my interest in the power of being forward and ripping away a life. By ten with Death’s help I had killed multiple animals. Dissecting them, stitching them up and bringing them “Back to life”. I wondered why they didn’t move the same when I gave the life back. He explained to me how souls work and how energy cannot just randomly be created even if the heart transplant is a success. That next year my Father was murdered. Caught in gang violence he had become the middle man between them. He was hit in the middle of a crosswalk breaking both knees and projecting him thirty feet. The flight left him with shattered ribs, a punctured lung and road rash on his arms, legs, and back. They just left him there bleeding out and it was another six hours before police arrived on the scene.
By Tetrenius Cobalt3 years ago in Fiction