Tag: Stream of consciousness

Editing Is No Bad Thing

I only did this style

A handful of times

And reading back

I see why

As it seems

My particular

Stream of consciousness

Reveals nothing

But utter shite

Sick Of It All

I feel
so small
my skin
crawls
with the
itch of a
thousand
years
eyes
bawl
from the
pain
while
all the
time you
laugh
from
behind
the wall
ready to
hurl
your
next
curveball
my way

(Originally Posted 15.11.2019)

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Reading Out Loud

Although there is

A lot to be said

For these stream of consciousness pieces

There is a case to be made

For punctuation

As the ability to breathe decreases

Haste Ye Back

Something tells me this won’t be our last as you realise you want me and return so fast to where my arms do so openly await as we slowly allow that twist of fate to keep us ensconced together forever come hell or high water whatever the weather as the love we make is all we need for our hearts to open and minds to be freed

(Originally Posted 19.04.2020)

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Thoughts #16

You promised

That you’d help

But instead

You made it worse

Now I’ve got

Nothing left

Not even

A decent verse

14

Thoughts #14

You are just

As fucked up as me

In fact

You’re actually

Much worse

For you think

You can

Bypass the plan

Whereas I just accept

The curse

8

Thoughts #9

Is this real

Am I still me

Or is this part

Of my insanity

It’s hard to tell

If I’m really here

Or if I have in fact

Disappeared

16

Thoughts #8

Every time I look

Into your eyes

My love for you

I cannot hide

You’ll never know

How I burst inside

To know we are part

Of the same pride

7

Thoughts #7

Not sure if I’ll cope tonight

Going out is such a chore

Plus there’s a chance

You’ll force me to dance

And my head is already sore

3

Thoughts #4

Sliced wide open again

For all the world to see

If only there was

Another way

To let the poison free

17

Thoughts #3

Pardon me miss

If I buy you a drink

Please

Do not think me bold

No problem mate

You can buy me two

As long as you fuck off

When you’re told

9

Haste Ye Back

Something tells me this won’t be our last as you’ll realise you want me and will return so fast to where my arms openly await as we slowly allow that twist of fate to keep us ensconced together forever come hell or high water whatever the weather as the love we make is all we need to keep our hearts open and our minds freed

0

Writing At Midnight

The
words
advance
in waves

Their
ferocity
I cannot
stop

But all
too soon
there’s
nothing left

As I’ve
wrung
out every
last drop

8

The Drudgery

Another
day spent
trudging
through
the
sludge
of life
still
refusing
to budge
forever
trying to
avoid the
judgement
of those
who secretly
hold a
grudge
against me

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Living with Hypochondria

There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.

I get headaches. 
Crushing, pounding headaches.
Cannot finish cigarettes, 
because of the headaches.

I'm always itching,
Skin crawling.
Can't stay in one position for too long,
 as my bones ache.
Sickness burns in my stomach,
constantly queasy.
My sleep patterns are disturbed.

I have bruises on my arms and legs, 
Lumps and bumps everywhere.
I feel dizzy all the time, 
Stumbling when I walk. 
I cannot concentrate my mind.
My own wheeze wakes me up. 

There is something wrong with me.
I just know it.
I don't feel right.
I haven't for sometime now.
I don't know what it is.

But there's no way I can see a doctor. 
I'm too scared for that.
They might just confirm I'm really ill,
after all...

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