Posted in stream of consciousness

Scripted

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.

Posted in stream of consciousness

SoC Sunday

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.

1.

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

2.

I’ve done everything to trigger what memories are left

Impressions on the soul with a smell and taste but no vision

Posted in stream of consciousness

Full but Empty

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:

Posted in stream of consciousness, Word Prompt

Insane

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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Experiments in Humanity – Stream of Conciousness Saturday

“Hey there hon, what would you like?”

Toki felt a rush of endorphins as her human counterpart, Katrina, took in the male in front of her. His teeth glistened unnaturally against his sun damaged skin. 

“What are the options sweetheart?” His deeper voice sent shivers through Katrina.

Toki could barely think over the quickly increasing noise Katrina’s pounding heart made.

“Well, coffee, tea or me …” The sentence careened from confidence to shyness with the “me” barely whispered.

Why is her voice undulating into that sickly tone?

Blood rushed through Katrina’s viens, something Toki could also feel even if she’d rather not. The male’s smile stretched across his narrow face. He closed in on Katrina, grossly violating what Toki had learned were the human distancing requirements. 

“Well, I know what I’ll choose.” His warm breath brushed by Katrina’s ear. 

Toki hated these overwhelming sensations. The blood rushing around the body, the amount of noise it made, the varying heat sequences. Reading about it didn’t prepare her for the feelings associated with humanity. In just hours Katrina had taken Toki on a ride spanning the emotional bridge of humans. She cried, laughed, yelled and hit every point in between. 

Toki feared this male was going to push her into even more uncomfortable territory. 

His fingers slide down Katrina’s back. Her giggle made Toki’s skin crawl. Of course, Toki was borrowing Katrina’s skin for now. Small bumps spread in waves over Katrina’s arms and neck.  

How does humanity exist like this? 

It was less than 24 hours in and Toki was exhausted.

For Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS)

I enjoyed this, it was nice to find a stream of consciousness prompt different than my usual word based one.