Stream Of Consciousness Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#StreamOfConsciousness
moon_bather
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 4:39am
15th Jun 2024 4:39am
10-Foot Principles
#dark
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#suffering
#universe
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3 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
16th May 2024 4:39am
16th May 2024 4:39am
Dear diary (how to be an artist)
People keep telling me I have a gift, like being gifted means I should be something, instead of someone. I'm that asshole that is good at almost anything I try my hand at, and in a way everything means nothing, because did I earn it if I didn't have to work hard to make it happen?
I also genuinely don't give a fuck about the fact that I'm a gifted writer, artist and photographer. I used to be in an art group, and there were some successful older artists there that asked me where I studied. I didn't study anywhere. Everything I am is self taught. I didn't finish high school, and...
I also genuinely don't give a fuck about the fact that I'm a gifted writer, artist and photographer. I used to be in an art group, and there were some successful older artists there that asked me where I studied. I didn't study anywhere. Everything I am is self taught. I didn't finish high school, and...
#art
#confessional
#SelfWorth #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfWorth #StreamOfConsciousness
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11 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
15th May 2024 3:10pm
15th May 2024 3:10pm
Demure
Forever limbo I can't hold back
the fact that I am demure
living and dying in dreams
a hidden voice to scream
addicted to insomnia
of the monkey on my back
my mind a hurricane
with echoing drip of caffeine
the fact that I am demure
living and dying in dreams
a hidden voice to scream
addicted to insomnia
of the monkey on my back
my mind a hurricane
with echoing drip of caffeine
#StreamOfConsciousness
#WritingPoetry
196 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
10th May 2024 12:42pm
10th May 2024 12:42pm
a collection of thoughts
1. Accountability
There is something beautiful
in brutal self honesty
that isn't the self destructive
nihilism of my youth
I am only as sick
as the things that I hide
from myself
I'm tired of hiding
2. Self-esteem
I don't claim to love myself
at least not the way
holistic gurus tell me to
But I have enough self respect
to know when to say yes
and when to say no
though some days the lines
get blurry
and I say fuck too much
just to let you know...
There is something beautiful
in brutal self honesty
that isn't the self destructive
nihilism of my youth
I am only as sick
as the things that I hide
from myself
I'm tired of hiding
2. Self-esteem
I don't claim to love myself
at least not the way
holistic gurus tell me to
But I have enough self respect
to know when to say yes
and when to say no
though some days the lines
get blurry
and I say fuck too much
just to let you know...
#addiction
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
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3 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
4th May 2024 10:12pm
4th May 2024 10:12pm
Scramble
If I wasn't aware of pain
it wouldn't feel so damn good,
and since I've collected it for years
I am keen
to diversions presented,
that body
immaculately scented
pulling me
into a thought
that can't be prevented
It can be hard
to compete with the past,
some crazy times
with a joint and flask
Sarah MacLachlan
named an album
"Fumbling Towards Ecstasy"
and it used to be that way
opportunities offered
and so eager to sway
I know this train
of the mind
is...
it wouldn't feel so damn good,
and since I've collected it for years
I am keen
to diversions presented,
that body
immaculately scented
pulling me
into a thought
that can't be prevented
It can be hard
to compete with the past,
some crazy times
with a joint and flask
Sarah MacLachlan
named an album
"Fumbling Towards Ecstasy"
and it used to be that way
opportunities offered
and so eager to sway
I know this train
of the mind
is...
#memories
#StreamOfConsciousness
180 reads
5 Comments
alliwantisnothing
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 3:57am
10th Apr 2024 3:57am
trying to write out my feelings instead of cutting
anguish is flowing in red rivers beneath my skin
and it’s screaming to be let out
i couldn’t tell you where it came from
all i know is that i’m wired wrong
i wouldn’t dare try to talk to anyone beforehand
people either freak out or act annoyed
and in such a vulnerable state,
that is the cyanide of human communication
i wish someone would help me
the way i need to be helped
i usually feel stressed
numb
sad
ashamed
lonely
and overwhelmed ...
and it’s screaming to be let out
i couldn’t tell you where it came from
all i know is that i’m wired wrong
i wouldn’t dare try to talk to anyone beforehand
people either freak out or act annoyed
and in such a vulnerable state,
that is the cyanide of human communication
i wish someone would help me
the way i need to be helped
i usually feel stressed
numb
sad
ashamed
lonely
and overwhelmed ...
#depression
#loneliness
#SelfHarm
#PTSD
#StreamOfConsciousness
314 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 12:41pm
8th Apr 2024 12:41pm
Waiting on a poem
As I sit
and wait
for God or the muse
or caffeinated brain chemistry
to give me a poem,
I’m noticing a strange reflection on my wall
and resisting the urge to investigate its origins.
Just… watch…
I see the shape of a tree --
strong, bright, curved roots
drawing nourishment of pure sunlight,
into its branches, reaching…
but no, they’re no longer branches now, but ocean waves --
an incessant flow of ups and downs
wrapping around the corner of the wall
into new territory
And over it all, an...
and wait
for God or the muse
or caffeinated brain chemistry
to give me a poem,
I’m noticing a strange reflection on my wall
and resisting the urge to investigate its origins.
Just… watch…
I see the shape of a tree --
strong, bright, curved roots
drawing nourishment of pure sunlight,
into its branches, reaching…
but no, they’re no longer branches now, but ocean waves --
an incessant flow of ups and downs
wrapping around the corner of the wall
into new territory
And over it all, an...
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#NaPoWriMo2024
160 reads
6 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
24th Mar 2024 7:19pm
24th Mar 2024 7:19pm
Still Life
If we broke it down
into palatable pieces
I’d of said something
about Jackson Pollock
and the colour of blood
how I’d never seen red
roll down glass outside
of movies.
Perhaps there’d be
the part where your spit
hit a cheek. How it burned
with the fury of lava—
this skin, a village
waiting for destruction
all terror,
all terror in the flood.
Some days, I float above fists
thinking of them as canvasses
on crooked easels. Blots
on fingers, feet &...
into palatable pieces
I’d of said something
about Jackson Pollock
and the colour of blood
how I’d never seen red
roll down glass outside
of movies.
Perhaps there’d be
the part where your spit
hit a cheek. How it burned
with the fury of lava—
this skin, a village
waiting for destruction
all terror,
all terror in the flood.
Some days, I float above fists
thinking of them as canvasses
on crooked easels. Blots
on fingers, feet &...
#art
#StreamOfConsciousness
#DomesticViolence #metaphor
#DomesticViolence #metaphor
301 reads
12 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
29th Jan 2024 2:38pm
29th Jan 2024 2:38pm
Here is a poem which mentions alchemy, and then a letter about glossolalia
Here is a poem which mentions alchemy, and then a letter about glossolalia, as well as a cut-up. Grandiose claims ahoy. Words and theories and all that. Put a theory into words, sussing things out in your own mind, all the limits of the words themselves, and all the pretensions within them, become clearer. Poem:
A type of spiritual magic there
maybe is is transgender
Every historical dynamic attains
its momentum out of its beginnings
and
dialectic I mean that's just basic
and we're so
while empiricism in general seems ...
A type of spiritual magic there
maybe is is transgender
Every historical dynamic attains
its momentum out of its beginnings
and
dialectic I mean that's just basic
and we're so
while empiricism in general seems ...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2024 3:10pm
3rd Jan 2024 3:10pm
The 5th
It is a blessing to be the giver of much delight
The redeemer of lyrics played sweetly, felt without the eyes of sight
Benediction in my cause unto those handsome Yoruba Gods as they sought my alluring music
Instruments played of me could soften the sacred psyche of any Cherubic
Blessed with cosmic beauty to share the truth
Expand to you the wisdom, as the knowledge whispered to your heart shall soar us in flight
Hold me tight in this mad world with all your Hebrew might
I shall play the passion of my seductive...
The redeemer of lyrics played sweetly, felt without the eyes of sight
Benediction in my cause unto those handsome Yoruba Gods as they sought my alluring music
Instruments played of me could soften the sacred psyche of any Cherubic
Blessed with cosmic beauty to share the truth
Expand to you the wisdom, as the knowledge whispered to your heart shall soar us in flight
Hold me tight in this mad world with all your Hebrew might
I shall play the passion of my seductive...
#sun
#water
#lover
#StreamOfConsciousness
#seductive
302 reads
12 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
29th Oct 2023 3:01am
29th Oct 2023 3:01am
WHAT YOU GO THROUGH
They say that you have to go through something, to get the chance to see and be able to understand, how things are gonna be different from time to time. 😞 Yeah I know 🤔Then we start to get that gut feeling of having some distances. FROM ourselves and others as we go to that place. Were you feel safe and secure within a comfort zone. Unattached to society and the hustle and grind. THAT exists in modern life times of the illusions, that things will change but yet it doesn't matter, what we need or want. 🤔 So to get the results of how much it will cost, you have to be...
#dialogue
#uplifting
#metaphor
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
277 reads
0 Comments
JaisaOak
Jaisa
Jaisa
Poem Published
25th Jul 2023 6:26pm
25th Jul 2023 6:26pm
Transparent Love
What transpires out of transparency,
A clear way to think and a clear way to see.
The mundane as we know, slaves til our death,
There’s something beyond it, it’s all in the breath.
Life as we perceive, is not what’s true,
Apart from nature, green to the blue.
Consciousness is awareness, we need see,
For us all to vibrate on loves frequency.
Jaisa Oak
A clear way to think and a clear way to see.
The mundane as we know, slaves til our death,
There’s something beyond it, it’s all in the breath.
Life as we perceive, is not what’s true,
Apart from nature, green to the blue.
Consciousness is awareness, we need see,
For us all to vibrate on loves frequency.
Jaisa Oak
#love
#universe
#StreamOfConsciousness
241 reads
7 Comments
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