Long Stream Of Consciousness Poems
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
Today 3:40pm
Today 3:40pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter 3
Charlie, annoyed by the situation, stormed off into the first bedroom on the left.
I don't know what you all are going to do, but I need to decompress from this fiasco of an agreement,” he said without even looking back at them.
Ellen and Zoe are used to Charlie's moods. They knew he will eventually get out of it once he comes to terms with the situation.
There were three other rooms on the second level. They all followed suit and went to their rooms to unpack.
Charlie liked his room whether he wanted to admit it...
I don't know what you all are going to do, but I need to decompress from this fiasco of an agreement,” he said without even looking back at them.
Ellen and Zoe are used to Charlie's moods. They knew he will eventually get out of it once he comes to terms with the situation.
There were three other rooms on the second level. They all followed suit and went to their rooms to unpack.
Charlie liked his room whether he wanted to admit it...
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Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:46pm
Yesterday 7:46pm
Cosmic conversations, cowritten with MalcolmG
Words splinter like jagged glass, carving through the throat—torn-apart breaths,
Flesh and phrases, stitched in erratic seams, each syllable a twisted spike.
You carve me, unmake me, remold me with guttural roars—flesh and verb,
I dissolve—fractured, flung—drifting in the wreckage of language's chaos.
Sounds faintly tumble, scraping vocal cords attune intrinsic fluttering
choired insects invoke chasms chanting . Follow now my demure shade as chiseled tones cast scarlet pristine plutonian spells. My satin shape burns buried fumes as my psyche seeps through...
Flesh and phrases, stitched in erratic seams, each syllable a twisted spike.
You carve me, unmake me, remold me with guttural roars—flesh and verb,
I dissolve—fractured, flung—drifting in the wreckage of language's chaos.
Sounds faintly tumble, scraping vocal cords attune intrinsic fluttering
choired insects invoke chasms chanting . Follow now my demure shade as chiseled tones cast scarlet pristine plutonian spells. My satin shape burns buried fumes as my psyche seeps through...
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 10:46pm
2nd Mar 2025 10:46pm
~”Sometimes (~All The Time), a cigar is (~NOT) just a cigar..”
And when he said this…
Freud just (did he?) put himself
in an absolute simplicity (? .. Noo!)
.. (why?) far away from his very own
symbolic connotations ever.. (yes yes, that is it!)
of a juxtaposed reality (hmm, it does sure!)
or an ever digging dream
that screens to its lucid fore..
its own deeply hidden cryptics
for long.. in its shining reveal
from the moulting layers of
the subconscious (ahh true!)
whatever.. now feels
this...
Freud just (did he?) put himself
in an absolute simplicity (? .. Noo!)
.. (why?) far away from his very own
symbolic connotations ever.. (yes yes, that is it!)
of a juxtaposed reality (hmm, it does sure!)
or an ever digging dream
that screens to its lucid fore..
its own deeply hidden cryptics
for long.. in its shining reveal
from the moulting layers of
the subconscious (ahh true!)
whatever.. now feels
this...
#conflict
#love
#orgasm #StreamOfConsciousness
#orgasm #StreamOfConsciousness
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 5:33pm
26th Feb 2025 5:33pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter2 pt 2
Kat sat there with a slight smile on her face, looking at how they all interacted with each other.
The driver was correct. The drive was not too long. The car turned on to a pebbled driveway. The Mansion looked amazing. Tall spruce trees lined the border, and the grass was the color of a dark emerald when the sun hit it.
They exited the car and walked up to the doorway. Kat was near the bell, so she rang it. Zoe looked a bit deflated.
“Why that look?”
“I was hoping it was a chime like in the old, haunted mansion.”
“Oh, brother. This is...
The driver was correct. The drive was not too long. The car turned on to a pebbled driveway. The Mansion looked amazing. Tall spruce trees lined the border, and the grass was the color of a dark emerald when the sun hit it.
They exited the car and walked up to the doorway. Kat was near the bell, so she rang it. Zoe looked a bit deflated.
“Why that look?”
“I was hoping it was a chime like in the old, haunted mansion.”
“Oh, brother. This is...
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 5:31pm
26th Feb 2025 5:31pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter2 pt 1
The four writers met at the airport at precisely 10 am. They packed a weeks’ worth of clothing and amenities for the trip.
Kat noticed that Zoe and Ella were going to be the morning people in the bunch. Charles was not with his shades and just rolled out of bed, and she was never a rise-and-shine person herself.
“Good morning, Kat. Did you sleep well?”
She would let that comment slide since they are not accustomed to her disheveled state in the morning hours.
“Yes, thanks.”
She knew she did not believe her but at the moment she did not...
Kat noticed that Zoe and Ella were going to be the morning people in the bunch. Charles was not with his shades and just rolled out of bed, and she was never a rise-and-shine person herself.
“Good morning, Kat. Did you sleep well?”
She would let that comment slide since they are not accustomed to her disheveled state in the morning hours.
“Yes, thanks.”
She knew she did not believe her but at the moment she did not...
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 1:42pm
26th Feb 2025 1:42pm
~: Civarttiri
the spiritual energies
of this pent up cosmos ..
unlocks
as the planetary alignments
take a straight line magnetism
when the impossible leap
of Him happens.. just hop(p)ing
for Her..
Shiva he is … in a coming together
fusionsal One form with her, the
Shakthi..
dancing long both the gelling form
..until the rock hard echoing core
of cosmos cracks to a hell of a
breaking scream.. of a
sudden long beeping in
an...
of this pent up cosmos ..
unlocks
as the planetary alignments
take a straight line magnetism
when the impossible leap
of Him happens.. just hop(p)ing
for Her..
Shiva he is … in a coming together
fusionsal One form with her, the
Shakthi..
dancing long both the gelling form
..until the rock hard echoing core
of cosmos cracks to a hell of a
breaking scream.. of a
sudden long beeping in
an...
#astronomy
#love
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 4:38pm
22nd Feb 2025 4:38pm
~of the bond(ed), [love’s] labour :: in a pureform freeflow
#1~an unself
a wanton drowning
forgottenness this is..
imbibing unto your oceanic
juices.. an osmosis so drunken
drowsy mesmerise …am a mere
skeletal mermaid swimming walking
breathing .. in just your firing fluidic
essence, pithy or bloody or bony
or lighted or airy.. a solidifying
nothingness .. perhaps more
of a zeroing in fullness
yet in this becoming you, i
have a consciously meted out
#2. a dire ignorance
on you, yes you
as an ever...
a wanton drowning
forgottenness this is..
imbibing unto your oceanic
juices.. an osmosis so drunken
drowsy mesmerise …am a mere
skeletal mermaid swimming walking
breathing .. in just your firing fluidic
essence, pithy or bloody or bony
or lighted or airy.. a solidifying
nothingness .. perhaps more
of a zeroing in fullness
yet in this becoming you, i
have a consciously meted out
#2. a dire ignorance
on you, yes you
as an ever...
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:56pm
7th Feb 2025 4:56pm
~You are The Kanchenjunga of Love
…. and then still up to the summit of Kangchenjunga, now so pure and ethereal we can scarcely believe it is part of the solid earth on which we stand; and so high it seems part of the very sky itself." ~ The Epic of Mount Everest, 1926, by Sir Francis Younghusband
…. the conflicting
duality goes on & on..
what remains ultimate
is the ‘love’
in Kanchenjunga heights
but, in a deeply digging
earthen sedimentation
1.
‘feels like
a puristic
tragicomedy
or even better
a ...
…. the conflicting
duality goes on & on..
what remains ultimate
is the ‘love’
in Kanchenjunga heights
but, in a deeply digging
earthen sedimentation
1.
‘feels like
a puristic
tragicomedy
or even better
a ...
#conflict
#nature
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 8:59pm
6th Feb 2025 8:59pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter1 part 2
There are no jokes being made.” A loud, boisterous voice said, coming from the left side of the room.
A tall man wearing a white shirt and black slacks was standing in the doorway to the office that they were all destined to be.
“Come inside, all of you. Margot dear, please make the coffee.” Mr. Haughton
“Right away.” Margot said.
Kat rose and followed the others inside the office.
“Mr. Haughton, do you not feel that she is too young to be part of this group?” Charlie immediately voiced his opinion.
Mr. Haughton sat down at his...
A tall man wearing a white shirt and black slacks was standing in the doorway to the office that they were all destined to be.
“Come inside, all of you. Margot dear, please make the coffee.” Mr. Haughton
“Right away.” Margot said.
Kat rose and followed the others inside the office.
“Mr. Haughton, do you not feel that she is too young to be part of this group?” Charlie immediately voiced his opinion.
Mr. Haughton sat down at his...
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
4th Feb 2025 00:17am
I choose my nightmares wisely
the doctor writes me a script
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
for one of the few drugs I’m not on
and I need them to stop this—
the silver shivers
the waves of nausea that journey
volatile seas in inadequate rafts
sometimes I wonder if life
would be different without pills
as I take stock of my body
how I lay at a 45 degree angle
feeling as if the bed is a millstone
nightly grinding away parts
of my life and my spine
how the atrophy in my muscles
is setting in, and I feel it every time
I...
#illness
#nightmares
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
#SelfReflection #StreamOfConsciousness
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 11:18pm
1st Feb 2025 11:18pm
AS I am me a writer
Here I am, as I am me as a writer of unspoken words ✍️ For let's take a few seconds to analyze, what I'm saying about a situation that affects, us all as writers of words ✍️ That being said is why do we judge someone else, by the entity that they use to showcase who they are in real life 🤨 But yet that is far from the truth, of who they really are in real life 🤨 For sometimes we hide behind a mask as a disguise, as we use an entity not to hide, behind a mask as a disguise. 😔 BUT to learn lessons on this subject of life. For sure as writers we...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#StreamOfConsciousness
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 12:02pm
30th Jan 2025 12:02pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter1 part 1
The brown brick building at 1015 Chambers Street was not as easy to find as everyone may have thought. It was surrounded by other buildings that look identical to it. The only stand out feature that it had going for it was a small porcelain vase, off to the right, by the door way had one purple tulip in it.
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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