Stream of Consciousness
Betrayal's Betrayal
I started in denial, bypassed anger, bargaining, and depression, and went straight to acceptance, like a pilot smooth-sailing to point B. Or a robot incapable of processing emotions. Or just a very efficient human. Point being I should be burying body-wracking sobs into a pillow with the word fool scrawled across my face.
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
What the hail?
Ugh, I woke up fine but I feel like I have nothing to go off of. My schedule is all topsy turvy and I am not sure how to proceed on a lot of things. My mom randomly told me I needed to babysit the dogs today and I am almost thinking of using that as an excuse to miss the appointment I have today for the vocational help.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Stream
I don't know how to write stream of consciousness poetry because stream of consciousness to me just means writing what comes into your head as you are thinking it and stream implies that this should be continuous, like a flow that just keeps going with no breaks or stops or anything and I have real trouble with this because I dislike the disorder and where it puts me. For me, poems have form and this is formless and not poetic and not anything really other than the ramblings of me, on my computer on a wet, grey day in semi-rural England, having just eaten a really scrummy lunch of paoched egg on toast on seeded bread. I love seeded bread, I had it for breakfast as well although it was with butter and marmalade and it was scrum - diddly - umptious. I don't know why I'm writing about that. Yes, I do. It's because this is stream of consciousness and that is what this is and it's not very interesting is it? And this is why I'm struggling, because I've read loads of other people's stuff and they all read really well about cats and rhythms and other cerebral stuff but I try and I just can't do it because it just doesn't feel real for me to construct something like that. That's the problem. I can't reconcile the idea of a stream with something that has form. Even all the punctuation that I'm putting in is making my skin itch because it's providing form and my thoughts aren't punctuated. I don't have cartoon bubbles appearing in my head to tell me how something should be said: where the stresses should go or whether it's funny or not. They just are and they just come and then I just go with whatever my brain conjured up in that moment and thinking about that, that's pretty cool isn't it because there's all this electrical process going on (I don't really know how my brain works - Gerard, enlighten me please) in this big pink thing, or is it grey? Poirot talks about little grey cells. I don't know. Anyway, this isn't a medical dissertation so I suppose it doesn't really matter, although I do like to be as accurate as I can. I'll await Gerard's advices. That's Gerard on here, Vocal. I've got to hope he reads this now. I don't know where I was. I've gone down the rabbit-hole, Alice-style. What am I doing? This is just rambling. And yet, I feel this is more true to the brief. I feel like this is a stream, even though it's a fucking awful one but looking at it on the page, it is just me, telling you my thoughts as they come and unfiltering it and this looks like some sort of arty shite which someone would applaud for its originality even though it is banal and so uninteresting. I'm having a James Joyce Ulysses or more likely Emperor's New Clothes moment here. I mean, who are you to compare yourself to James Joyce? I mean, that's a bit up yourself. You know, that's reminded me of Virginia Woolf too and wasn't she one for stream-of-consciousness? I seem to remember that from my English degree, many moons ago. We went to my old university the other day and I barely recognised it. I had this image of it in my head and it just wasn't that anymore. It made me feel old but not sad because if there's one thing that I know about living, it's that everything changes. But you! Oh no, now I've got Take That in my head and I've still not got the ironing done and now I've been interrupted by TikTok playing in the background on my son's phone.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Confessions
The Web of Confessions
In a small, close-knit town named Maranville, life thrived on the surface like any other community. The children laughed in the parks, elders exchanged pleasantries by the local market, and the scent of freshly baked bread lingered in the air. The people were united by their shared traditions and daily routines, creating a seemingly perfect image of unity. Yet, beneath this surface, each soul carried a secret, a hidden burden they dared not reveal.
By John Francisabout a year ago in Confessions
Frozen Ready Meals Market: Unlocking Lucrative Opportunities Through Innovation, Health Trends and Global Expansion
The frozen ready meals market is experiencing dynamic growth, driven by shifting consumer preferences and evolving lifestyle trends. The increasing demand for convenience, coupled with advancements in food technology, has created a fertile ground for lucrative opportunities within this sector. This article explores the key drivers behind the market's expansion and identifies the significant opportunities for stakeholders.
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Righteous in a corrupt world
The world is a corrupt place and it's only getting worse to the extent where corruption is steadily becoming the norm. We’ve gotten to the point where we even question what the truth is anymore. The very foundations of what makes us humans are no longer regarded as solid, you’ve got people wondering what a woman is, whether the realities we’ve always known even exist anymore.
By real Jemaabout a year ago in Confessions
Secret Confession. Content Warning.
This incident occurred in the last days of my engineering. I was a computer science student. I used to know one girl during my college days. For the sake of narration let's call her 'Snehal' (not her real name). Honestly, we were more than good friends. We had known each other for almost 4 years. We had kissed each other a couple of times but that was it. We never got to reach second base. But we were perfectly all right with that. Our friends knew about us. So did our professors but they did not bother us because our grades were top-notch. In short, we were the no-nonsense type of students.
By Chahat Kaurabout a year ago in Confessions
If I was born with you
If I was born with you what would have been the difference? If I knew, where could we have been? You used your cloudy fingers to trail your way to deep to my soul , you're handsome not just handsome, like a being beyond sculpture, if I knew a way to get close to you I'll be ready to do what it takes just to be close to you. You know we humans has classified, have portrayed a perfect partner, everyone wants "the perfect one, and who will be with the trash, the waste".
By Betel Vineabout a year ago in Confessions
The Art of Not Being Ok
Being in my 20s is hard. But what’s harder is the fact that I must struggle with life to get what I want. No, let me rephrase that…I mean not getting what I NEED. If I knew where I was headed in life, I should’ve started getting myself together a long time ago. You see it’s the process of “getting to where you got to go”. That kind of struggle. I have been through the worst over 4 years with a guy who simply isn’t a man but acts like a hormonal teenage boy. But hold on…I’m getting way ahead of myself on that part.
By Sorelle.Maiaabout a year ago in Confessions
Inspiration cometh
It is still in the process of manifesting but, I am considering going back to some projects or to develop my resume and such that I complained about before to Kim. I mean, I can't tell someone I can do better than them and not have anything to show for it, otherwise I am trash. I unfortunately made my life a bit harder for that, but I do know that is completely within my ability to do so, its just about collecting enough energy to do that.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Next steps
Today is Venus trine Jupiter: This transit could lead to a well-deserved income boost or a surge in your self-worth, given that sweet Venus, your ruler, is now in your daily routine and wellness sector as it connects with fortunate Jupiter in your money zone.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
