Stream of Consciousness
pilot. Content Warning.
In the tumultuous landscape of Lamar's life, the struggle for survival began long before he could even comprehend its implications. From the earliest days of his existence, he was thrust into a world where adversity loomed large, casting shadows that threatened to engulf his very soul. Born into a reality shaped by violence and neglect, Lamar's journey was one marked by hardship and heartache, yet also by moments of profound resilience and unwavering hope.
By lamar breaux2 years ago in Confessions
the fall of hope . Content Warning.
In the heart of a weathered neighborhood, where the sun seemed hesitant to shine and the streets whispered tales of hardship, there lived a boy named Lamar. His name carried echoes of hope, yet his story was woven with threads of adversity and resilience. From the moment he entered this world, Lamar's innocence was both a blessing and a burden, a light that flickered defiantly in the face of darkness.
By lamar breaux2 years ago in Confessions
Only By Chance
I'd managed to get a decent rest and wake slowly, my eyes adjusting to the later morning light and my mind free of overbearing, scattered thinking swirling around in my skull as it certainly does at times. Last night I tossed and I turned for quite some time before smoking a joint made up of scrapes of tobacco from the fireplace shelf and stems of weed snapped and broken up into a smokable product. I chewed another half a pill along with it, enough to cause a temporary numbing effect, and after finishing the remainder of wine I managed to doze into a restful slumber. I stirred a morning coffee from the jar I'd been given by the help service that offers food and toiletries and bus tickets, those sorts of things for people in need. There was no kettle in my room and no kitchen for us to use, so I made a lukewarm coffee with hot water from the bathroom tap. Returning to my room from the wet street outside where I'd smoked two cigarettes I fell into a state of unwanting. My consciousness told me I had to play guitar and I ignored it for a moment. It told me I needed to write down a line that I'd just thought of and I ignored that too. I decided I needed to do nothing at all except simply watch the drizzling of rain fall from the clouded view of the sunlight-struck windows in my upstairs room. To pause and observe the supposed necessities that my brain conjured up, when all that was needed was to be, brought peace. It was becoming quite obviously easier to sit with myself and allow myself to be present, right here in the heart of life where nothing peculiar or spectacular occurred. Many days in the past week since I'd arrived I had enjoyed people watching in the way my Mother had taught me. This, and watching the birds and feeling the sun and thinking of the clouds and reading a book and tasting the wine, all things I could do, to be. I am here.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Confessions
Grading My Life
I have been working in the education field for over 10 years. In these ten years I have gained so much experience as well as the personal satisfaction that comes with helping students achieve their goals. The proud achievements of my students is something that I celebrate with other co-workers and of course the students and their families. This quarter I received a thank you from a student who wanted me to know that she couldn’t have done it without my help. This thank you got me thinking about myself and my life. I was able to help a student reach her goals and get her self-esteem up in a couple of months, and yet in my own personal life I was letting myself down each day. If my life were to be scored with a grade, I don’t believe I would be celebrating.
By Lily2 years ago in Confessions
To Idolize Someone
A letter to someone I idolize, whom I will not mention. They will almost definitely know who they are immediately, but the slight possibility that it might not be them I’m writing about will hopefully keep them from pitying and pestering me.
By Monique Hardt2 years ago in Confessions
Difference between Iced and Cold Brew Coffee, and how to make theme
Difference between Iced and Cold Brew Coffee Iced coffee and cold brew coffee are two popular chilled coffee beverages that are perfect for warm weather or any time you're craving a refreshing caffeine boost. While they may seem similar at first glance, there are significant differences between the two in terms of brewing methods, flavor profiles, and even caffeine content. Let's explore these differences and how to make each one.
By Md Arif Hossain2 years ago in Confessions
Moving Through Feeling
Dear Vocal, It’s time to part ways. It is neither good nor bad, it just is. The truth is I'm angry. Even as I write these words I find myself dissociating. It has been a journey to find me. I thought it began when my grandmother passed but now I know it has always been me. Steering me towards the truth of me. I am awareness.
By Sunflower Starchild2 years ago in Confessions
Lie to Me. Issue #8
When meeting Luna we were both just wanderers making our way across the plain. Luna was caught up with some outlaws that had a mental grasp over her. I was self-assured for the first time in my life and confident in my own ability to solve a problem correctly based on fairness and compromise. When we crossed paths her gaze entrapped me with breathtaking beauty, her smile so bright I almost mistook it for the sun shining through the rainy day. Her aura was kind, warm, and welcoming.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker2 years ago in Confessions
The Egg Comes Before The Chicken. Content Warning.
In the ageless inquiry of what started things out, the chicken or the egg, the discussion keeps on charming personalities and mix interest. While the inquiry appears to be straightforward, its suggestions dig profound into science, reasoning, and even religious philosophy. Shockingly, present day science offers a convincing response: the egg went before the chicken. We should unwind this deep rooted secret and investigate the interesting bits of knowledge it offers.
By Kazi Hasebul Hasan Naime 2 years ago in Confessions
The price to pay for our ignorance
In the age of technology, education has never been more accessible, and I think it’s only going to become more so and possibly get to the point where we get injected knowledge directly into our brains. That will be an interesting outcome actually, less work for us knowing things and more time to apply that knowledge to do the things we like, but we are not there yet, so I’ll talk about the reality as it stands.
By real Jema2 years ago in Confessions
