Posted in stream of consciousness

Topsy Turvy

People are a little weird.
That’s the mantra of this town.
Specters and night crawlers
With thigh high make up
In star bowler company
Smoke infinitely long rings of mood dust.
Then there was me
And you
Collapsing across peeling laminate counter tops
And day old sandwiches
With the the bread always toasted.
How one falls
In this topsy turvy place,
From barstools to backseats.
Or bedsheets.
Up?
I suppose it only makes sense.
This has never been the city of dreams
But we liked to pretend.
And why not?
There always has been,
There always will be,
More ways to fall in love.

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Hypnotized

Free flow Saturday – With schoolwork and my vacation I’ve gotten out of the habit of writing over the past few weeks. I’m trying to get back into it. This seems like the best place to start.

Prompt: Hypnotize (this random word generator doesn’t always come up with good stuff but it pulled through today)

Music: Low & Dirty Three – In The Fishtank 7

I’ve never understood
People at rock shows in towering heels
But I’m mesmerized
By their sultry disregard, reckless abandon.
I think it’s odd
When families talk over dinner
Yet I’m entranced
By their shifting notes in laughter and love.
Once the idea
That I should be my own person,
Capable of a life beyond one envisioned
Of me, for me, in spite of me,
Sent chills through my skin.
Somehow here I exist,
Hypnotized, mesmerized
And I wonder if this
Is what normal feels like?

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Cracks (As Beautiful As Before)

I haven’t done an actual timed stream of consciousness write in a bit. Normally I write for 10 minutes but I’m only going to do this one for 5 because it’s our last day in Lisbon and it’s my mom’s birthday!

Music: Reignwolf – shuffle on Spotify – There isn’t much on Spotify so shuffle is really the only way to listen

Word: Pin from the random word generator

It was dead silent, I couldn’t hear a thing
Probably not even a pin drop,
But I heard the years
As they snapped shut.
They melted away
Exposing old bricks
And scarred exteriors
Covered to weather the storms.
All the shiny paint,
The expensive knick knacks,
Expansive fronts I covered
Every fault and piece of distorted past
Under years of specially crafted
Dulled perfectionism
And you, I hoped,
Would still find the cracks as beautiful
As before.

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Burn It All

In the absence of the daily prompts (moment of silence …) I just used a random word generator to come with a one word prompt to do my free write with. If you want to write on it also and leave a pingback/link feel free. If you want to generate your own word click here

Prompt: Nursery

Music: The Vietnam War Original Score (by Trent Reznor/Atticus Ross)

The old wood door rattles with protest as I pull it shut. My cheeks are raw from tears. My eyes are sore, if that’s even possible.

The men outside stare, various shades of ghostly pale cheeks and split lips seem to reach for words but find none.

We trek down the stairs with their peeling carpet and 70’s themed wallpaper. The air downstairs seems physically lighter, a beam of light that should pierce the top floor but can’t seem to penetrate it instead floods the entrance way.

Outside the perfect American family on their perfect Bermuda grass huddles together in tears.

The men say nothing but at least they’re breathing now. The air by the nursery was so thick, so full of that mystical otherworldly heaviness that none could settle it into their lungs.

“What do we do?” Only one man asks, the others step back, letting him take the lead.

That poor family. 

I grasp the cross at my neck.

“Let them come in. Tell them to relax. Tell them we’ll be back in an hours time then lock the doors on your way out and burn it all.”

 

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Weapons of Mass Destruction

I haven’t done this in a week or two and I need some help getting things stirred around again so here we go.

Prompt: Narcissism *of course it is*

Music: Ghostpoet – Dark Days + Canapés (very much recommend him)

Alright, 10 minutes on narcissism – here we go ….

You like guns, weapons of mass destruction
Requirements in a world
You see.
Blow down walls,
Abstract pieces of death
For everything
You never knew you could be.
Shreds of humanity
Staring back at you
From garbage bag souls.
Gaping mouths
Of back alley way holes,
Well, well little girl
How’d you end up here?
Masks are the one thing
You ever truly taught me.
Paint them, wear them
Paste that smile,
Statesman handshake
With a flick of the wrist
And darling doe eyes
Bait for the next fight.
Perfection in reality,
Matching clothes and
Cringes at your words,
Smooth as silk,
Like slime sliding
Down sewer walls
Called home.
Bruises you can see
Complemented by deadly cuts
Beneath.
Worthless unless you find value
In our innocence,
Value in our ignorance.
Cut down inch by inch,
Your guns, weapons of mass destruction
Leave nothing but
Rubble in their wake.

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Golden Light

Sunday thing.

Bubble

Music – The Echelon Effect on Spotify shuffle (I do this a lot you see)

We blow bubbles into the golden sunset,
Memories trapped in worlds we struggle to relive,
Reflecting rainbows, shimmering golds
We whisper our secrets into bubbles
And send them off to shrouds of secrecy
Beyond prying eyes and probing fingers
With promises of happily ever after
If we ever make it down from there.
We were but kids, young and in false belief
There will always be more to dream
Bubbles float beyond our clouds, grey skies from there on out
We always knew they would pop
Our precious memories would come tumbling down
Held in such high regard, we would learn to see
Truths about what we’ve done
As our pristine bubble memories rain down sharp fears
We were but kids, in the golden light, wondering what we’ve done

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Material Sounds

Prompt – Song

Music – If These Trees Could Talk – Above the Earth, Below the Sky


In my dreams you’re always singing the song

The music is always right there,

In my bedroom, in my bed, lying next to me it seems

And your voice lays over it, so serene.

Sometimes you don’t sing,

It’s only music then

And we float away to another land.

We can dance the night away,

From the kitchen to the clouds.

We exist above material sounds.

In those moments

I can feel it in my soul,

The music makes me complete

In your arms and your eyes

I get lost every time.

The music tells me it’s ok,

Your song tells me you’re ok,

Whether we’re together in these dreams

Forever or never.

Sometimes I wish I knew the song was for me.

Sweet as it may be,

These aren’t reality after all.

And my mind starts working,

Over thinking,

The way it does,

And we fall.

Just like our song.

Falling, falling.

What will happen when we hit the ground?

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Spin Me Away

Sunday! Again and again.

I didn’t do this last Sunday because of family issues (and Easter, we can say Easter) so WordPress is obviously making me pay because …

Prompt – Thwart

Music – Fantastic Negrito – Shuffling on Spotify (seriously, just shuffle, he’s amazing)

Ok, 10 minutes on thwart … here we go …

You thwart me

At every turn, every spin

We practiced this dance

Night on night

But now that we’re here

You look away

Into the eyes of another

Does she feel like me?

You spin me away

Thwarted again.

I can feel the steady heat

Climbing from across the room

Dancers unaware

Of this crumbling routine.

I find the hands of others

But none move just like yours.

Round and round

The circle we go.

Til at last

At each other’s throats we go.

You spin me away

Thwarted again.

I pull strangers close

But their fingers won’t wander

Just like yours.

Slow and steady

Down my back and over my thighs.

I can feel the steady jealousy

Seething from across the room.

Round and round

The circle we go

Til at last …

Bow and begin again.