Long Stream Of Consciousness Poems
#StreamOfConsciousness
_feral
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:04pm
Yesterday 2:04pm
LHR in three parts
i.
She waits on
the leather chair
eager to be seen
for her appointment
she carefully booked,
counted her doubloons
the night before before
because you can
never earn enough
for gender-affirming
healthcare treatment
let alone trying to
get any funding for it,
fifty pound funding
won't get you a doll
very far in her world
it doesn't even
cover one session
of lazer hair removal
she asks me
if I will go in with her,
I accept...
She waits on
the leather chair
eager to be seen
for her appointment
she carefully booked,
counted her doubloons
the night before before
because you can
never earn enough
for gender-affirming
healthcare treatment
let alone trying to
get any funding for it,
fifty pound funding
won't get you a doll
very far in her world
it doesn't even
cover one session
of lazer hair removal
she asks me
if I will go in with her,
I accept...
#LGBT
#StreamOfConsciousness
#transgender
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Nodrax_tepes
nodrax
nodrax
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:52am
Yesterday 7:52am
The dragon
Behold i march through the masses like a dragon,
Im feared and hunted, the tools of men are made sharper to ensure my demise and the fall of a dragon
I yearn to befriend these humans yet they yearn for war with the dragon
When i breath fire, they think i thirst for war with their kind, the breath of a dragon, the breath of a human
Are they not most deadliest, they that kill their own kind for greed and other six deadly sins and less
When they now unite in a form of war against a common foe
When was i declared the foe
When i spread my wings and sored the sky...
Im feared and hunted, the tools of men are made sharper to ensure my demise and the fall of a dragon
I yearn to befriend these humans yet they yearn for war with the dragon
When i breath fire, they think i thirst for war with their kind, the breath of a dragon, the breath of a human
Are they not most deadliest, they that kill their own kind for greed and other six deadly sins and less
When they now unite in a form of war against a common foe
When was i declared the foe
When i spread my wings and sored the sky...
#StreamOfConsciousness
#strength
#war
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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
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1 Comment
Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
25th Feb 2024 1:25am
Tell It To The Bees
When I was eight, a bee stung my face.
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
Tangled itself in my hair
saw me as an enemy
and shot hot venom into my skin.
My Mother ran to her screaming kid
as a moment of pure panic erupted
on Sunday’s lawn,
but the damage was done
my head throbbing, numb
where a bruise turned a vivid shade
of violet, as bold as my new fear
of small latching insects.
Fast forward thirty years
and I...
#illness
#bees
#disability
#StreamOfConsciousness
#fear
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17 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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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
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Oct 2023 1:01am
26th Oct 2023 1:01am
GOTTA ROLL WITH THE PUNCHES
Riddle me these thoughts that sometimes that they will remain, still unanswered questions wearing a mask to shield the disguise of the truth behind the faceless mask. 🤔 But they always have a tendency to be push up in your face, that makes you think about the things that people say 🤔. THAT sometimes echoes in the process of your mind thoughts, long after the conversation is over and done.
🤔 Yet THROUGH those moments of conversations with a someone, who has become a stranger it doesn't take long to understand, the method to the madness. WHY??? 🤔 Pretend...
🤔 Yet THROUGH those moments of conversations with a someone, who has become a stranger it doesn't take long to understand, the method to the madness. WHY??? 🤔 Pretend...
#regret
#rejection
#emotional
#StreamOfConsciousness
#bittersweet
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
16th Sep 2023 12:17pm
16th Sep 2023 12:17pm
THE REAPER
This piece of knowledge is a wake up call to the women's and men's, for know one is exempt from the betrayal of false love and lies 🤨 DON'T BE AFRAID THEN AGAIN MAYBE YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID...🫣
Have you ever seen the reaper creep into your life, and if you did what is the first thing you imagine, in your thoughts of your mind. Have you ever had a feeling that something, about this mysterious, figure that stands before you just doesn't feel right to your life and 🌍. YET you can't put your finger on it, yet you asked thyself why are you...
Have you ever seen the reaper creep into your life, and if you did what is the first thing you imagine, in your thoughts of your mind. Have you ever had a feeling that something, about this mysterious, figure that stands before you just doesn't feel right to your life and 🌍. YET you can't put your finger on it, yet you asked thyself why are you...
#heartbroken
#secrets
#emotional
#StreamOfConsciousness
#deception
187 reads
1 Comment
Ashley_M_Hardy
Poem Published
21st Aug 2023 8:09pm
21st Aug 2023 8:09pm
Artificial Intelligence
Artificial Intelligence
It is situated to take the likeness, and certain attributes of your character, then place them out there into the Ethernet
Algorithms manifest any story it wishes,
Dictate, click-bait, all outta context
It's not just for big money Hollywood, business or politics
So read those terms and conditions,
The fine print at the bottom of every contract,
Fore you fuck around, and be the face of someone’s advertisement you didn't agree upon
Your face CGI'd on posters for tight underwear,
The kind that you would never purchase,...
It is situated to take the likeness, and certain attributes of your character, then place them out there into the Ethernet
Algorithms manifest any story it wishes,
Dictate, click-bait, all outta context
It's not just for big money Hollywood, business or politics
So read those terms and conditions,
The fine print at the bottom of every contract,
Fore you fuck around, and be the face of someone’s advertisement you didn't agree upon
Your face CGI'd on posters for tight underwear,
The kind that you would never purchase,...
#technology
#StreamOfConsciousness
167 reads
9 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
21st Aug 2023 7:28pm
21st Aug 2023 7:28pm
A Poet Without Words
It's been months since I last saw you,
I've stopped counting, it's true,
My life I did skew,
This is my cue
To tell all,
How hard I did fall,
And then fell again,
Leaving many a bleeding ink stain,
Fit for the entrainment of vaudevilles,
I was so head over heels,
That I tripped,
My pen blood dipped,
Trying to with words, prop myself up,
And when I stood up,
My head did spin,
I was holding my spilled guts in,
Though you never did see,
For I wouldn't dare let you see,
My heart hanging by just a thread, ...
I've stopped counting, it's true,
My life I did skew,
This is my cue
To tell all,
How hard I did fall,
And then fell again,
Leaving many a bleeding ink stain,
Fit for the entrainment of vaudevilles,
I was so head over heels,
That I tripped,
My pen blood dipped,
Trying to with words, prop myself up,
And when I stood up,
My head did spin,
I was holding my spilled guts in,
Though you never did see,
For I wouldn't dare let you see,
My heart hanging by just a thread, ...
#sadness
#love
#ImSorry
#heartbroken
#StreamOfConsciousness
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3 Comments
Write-On
Poem Published
26th Jun 2023 5:50am
26th Jun 2023 5:50am
A Conversation with Dawne
I'm a Spiritual Pluralist, but like it's the 1980s, my quest for self-healing found me really wanting a church congregation to "belong" to, a whole group of people to believe in myself amongst, which is how i find myself Okay, being@theMormons. I think it's really weird. I said, Im gonna go join the Mormons to learn how to be transgender around. other humans. So far it's working out pretty well.
6 months ago
Mosquitoes are living creatures but I hate those vampires. I'm sorry Ali.
It's okay Ali, mosquitoes are no big thing....
6 months ago
Mosquitoes are living creatures but I hate those vampires. I'm sorry Ali.
It's okay Ali, mosquitoes are no big thing....
#StreamOfConsciousness
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drinkingflux
mila throat
mila throat
Poem Published
11th May 2023 6:20pm
11th May 2023 6:20pm
i saw you in my dream
i saw you in a dream one night
i asked you if it was really you
you said you were also asleep
and when you woke you would forget
that we had seen each other
i sat beside you in the meadow
looking into your face as you
stared off into the horizon
as the clouds passed by; the sun was setting
contemplative, yet vacant; despondent
taking me back to when you would hold me
your grasp and your body were so warm
your eyes looking into me so coldly
empty smile not quite reaching your eyes
no tension in apprehensions or...
i asked you if it was really you
you said you were also asleep
and when you woke you would forget
that we had seen each other
i sat beside you in the meadow
looking into your face as you
stared off into the horizon
as the clouds passed by; the sun was setting
contemplative, yet vacant; despondent
taking me back to when you would hold me
your grasp and your body were so warm
your eyes looking into me so coldly
empty smile not quite reaching your eyes
no tension in apprehensions or...
#father
#nightmares
#StreamOfConsciousness
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3 Comments
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