Is there a word
Which defines perfectly
How you push me
Beautifully,
Moving me forward
On words scripted for the stars
Today’s stream of consciousness write, brought to you with background influence of Mogwai’s new album zerozerozero. Also, I made a little stick figure story for you.
I’m trying to connect
But the signal’s too spotty
Have you guys seen Westworld? I haven’t either but the soundtrack? Recommended.
Or as it’s really called, stream of consciousness Sunday. That’s just a lot to type and 100% honest, I spell consciousness wrong 100% of the time.
Your feelings are a beast of a person
But we know you don’t always want to feel
So we can just rip them out
The spine of everything human
Connected to every nervous tick
Can just be peeled right off
For your enjoyment
I’ve done everything to trigger what memories are left
Impressions on the soul with a smell and taste but no vision
It must be so hard to be good
While dropping your prayers
Into a liars stew
My chest is splayed open
My heart on full display
For your curiosity
Pins hold me down
Pulling the pieces back
Leaking my soul
Staining your table
With the love you claim
I have a goal of doing a stream of consciousness write everyday to get myself back to the habit and writing every day.
I thought about writing
Comparing dressers
Full but empty
With shirts ripped and stained
And jeans frayed
But life got in the way
So I stuffed my feelings
To the back of the drawer
Just another shirt
Paint stained and bloodied
To be forgotten
But easily retrieved
In the depths of a dresser
Stuffed with regrets
But empty
Just like me
Also, music:
Where were you
When I couldn’t stand
With your impetuous knocking
On the windows of my mind
A killer
In the shadows
Driving me
It was an impetuous knock on the old wooden door.
It was Margot’s corked shoes tapping.
Tap. Tap. Tap-tap-tap.
It was the shrill cries of children that weren’t mine.
It was the old tile with its yellow triangles inside blue circles
And the slow boiling blood stripping it clean.
Two quick stream of consciousness type things for the RDP prompt of the day.
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Blood on my finger
Like a rusted crown
Ripped from my fathers scalp
Flung to the ground
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There’s a man hoarding his words
Cherishing each breath
Snatching it from the air
Dirty fingers shoving between thin lips
As he swallows without tasting
The sour avarice of words unsaid
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I wish …
The point when things spiral
An ellipsis
Hinting there could be more
But as human as we are
We forget to finish the sentence
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