This poem was written with Help from the holy spirit. I used some bible verses and ideas i’ve seen in the bible in writing this poem, it is my first poem so any criticism is welcome. Thank you for reading

1987 a recedivist destroyed a family to satisfied his disgusting needs. That monster is still alive.

The Isolation Was Intentional explores the quiet, uncomfortable seasons where life strips away people, habits, and familiar versions of ourselves. What initially feels like loss becomes a powerful reset—creating space for self-reflection, accountability, and personal growth. Through solitude, clarity emerges, priorities shift, and purpose sharpens. This piece invites readers to reconsider isolation not as abandonment, but as intentional preparation for peace, alignment, and what’s meant to come next.

Their house was haunted. Objects moved on their own. The TV turned on by itself. They were shocked to see ...

So why should anyone care about reading an octogenarian’s comments on the experience of aging in later life? Because most people have not had that actual experience, and many curiously wonder what it would be like. From one who knows first-hand what it is like.

The literary exploration argues that the pursuit of societal approval, power, and status compels individuals to suppress their identity, ultimately destabilizing their psychological equilibrium. Through Macbeth, Shakespeare illustrates how external pressures—such as expectations of masculinity, ambition, and reputation—can dominate personal judgment and lead individuals to rationalize destructive actions. Overall, the exploration suggests that when individuals prioritize societal approval over selfhood, they sacrifice authenticity for superficial recognition, resulting in internal collapse rather than fulfillment. Shakespeare ultimately presents ambition as a destabilizing force when it is driven by conformity rather than self-awareness, warning that the suppression of identity in pursuit of validation leads not to empowerment, but to psychological disintegration.

I live in a city where most streets house the homeless, and if you stand in one place long enough, you might overhear someone talking about their own life. This saddens me deeply and, in an odd way, is a pain I feel like I can relate to. To be surrounded by all of these people, yet still feel so alone. The irony of isolation is that we all feel isolated. If you're reading this, go talk to someone whose name you don't know. Why are you going to let your glass box control you?

This is about the psychology of prolonged isolation and solitary confinement: from a personal perspective. Come along and join the conversation.

Hello 👋🏽 here a mother of 4 will always be diving deep into the life of THIS mother not A mother, WHY? There is no mother in this world as jacked up as me that’s why. 😂 So with that being said I do hope you enjoy ☺️ my blog about different scopes of my life through my journey to and in adulthood. My blogs will never be for the weak it will make you experience every emotion man can produce. I’m going to explain why I chose blueblackgirl as well. Im also going to give you a snippet of the manuscript behind it later down the line. Though first I’d like to share with you where the name blueblackgirl came from.

I lost myself during my marriage. That ended in 2021 and I am now married for the 2nd time. I am a writer and photographer and want to get my work out there. Join me in my journey; Writing/Photography/Life

This is not a post-scarcity piece In 2016, I was teaching IT at Nova Scotia Community College. That was the year AlphaGo came out. Most people didn’t know much about this until the rather breathless headlines started to hit, and even then, it didn’t mean a lot to them. So, another game, kind of like chess, but asian, was now being dominated by computers. Kind of interesting, maybe, but not something to give much thought.

She talked me into renting a Tesla for the trip. She didn’t like the Passat, and it totally wasn’t because she had borrowed it, and then rear-ended someone, causing a huge amount of damage to the car. Nope, she just didn’t like the formerly high-end luxury car. It was okay, though, because we were driving to Montreal, and it was too long a drive for the car with the front end in that state. After all, we were starting from Halifax.

First: if you know me well, especially if you are family, this is going to get a little more personal than you might appreciate — maybe give it a skip. Warning out of the way, on to the piece.

“Pieces of Isaiah” portrays a poet caught between brilliance and hesitation, perfection and chaos. He navigates two books, memory and mirror, while ADHD and procrastination tug at his focus. Music, cooking, and return to the page become survival rituals. He absorbs others’ emotions, loves deeply, and struggles to love himself. Therapy offers fragile balance, yet pain simmers beneath raw, unfinished poetry. Detroit represents possibility and voice, while ordinary details ground him. The poem reveals a creator in motion—unfinished, resilient, searching for wholeness within fragments. Each line becomes evidence that identity is built slowly, painfully, and beautifully over time alone within.

Design Biology Audit of Abiogenesis: When Lab Chemistry Isn’t the Same as Early Earth Hello everyone, Dr. Mason here. I will be reviewing a video I watched called "How did life begin? Abiogenesis. The origin of life from nonliving matter by Arvin Ash. What the video is aiming to show I hear one significant assertion in this video. Chemistry can make the parts, but life might start without magic. Then, over time and with a lot of testing, those sections can move toward the first living system. The video also conveys something that matters. Evolution is not the same as abiogenesis. Abiogenesis is about the beginning of life. Evolution is about how things change after life has already started. That difference is correct and valuable.

I am twenty years old and just now discovering the wonders of feeling your emotions. There is quite a big difference between feeling them and thinking about them as far as I've come to find out.

On the hard days, I don’t chase perfection, I chase return. A single mindful breath can be a quiet vow: “I’m still here.” This poem is for anyone rebuilding gently, learning that release is not weakness, and that progress can be as small as exhaling, unclenching, and choosing yourself one honest moment at a time.

Today’s medicine is simple but powerful: name what you’re carrying, then exhale like you’re unlocking a door. You don’t need a perfect plan—just one true step your nervous system can handle. Progress isn’t performance. It’s presence returning without punishment, and choosing the smallest aligned action anyway.

This piece was penned in the Spring of 2020. Titled "Fear & Loathing in Corona-ville: An Essay On Finding Sanity," it takes an honest approach & truthful account of the fear-mongering we All underwent, & most aptly, how best to remedy it.

A person's opinion perspective and somewhat of a metaphoric vantage point can all be attributed to a person's own experiences knowledge lifestyle and a somewhat calculated opinion forming scenario or a wide variety of scenarios through the years I have noticed that actively becoming involved in other people's situations life problems happiness celebrations whatever it might be always turns out to have extra pieces of association involved with it let's say that a person gets invited to a get together and they attend the gathering and there may be other people there that the person does not know as they meet new people and either they are going to blend well or they are not and sometimes what happens is that people want to be extra