I Enjoy Stream Of Consciousness Stories And Poems

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    Cream Sherry, cheap hashish and an Epiphone acoustic guitar. Though I like to escape, I don’t like to stray very far. These days. I’ve got two handfuls of tunes to rehearse, get right, and it’s the night. I worked extra hard on the Sabbath but it’s a holiday weekend so...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    May 4, 2013


    Trickery is what’s done this to me. Fast hands and imperceptible gestures I’ve missed as I’ve gurned and chuntered, spat and hissed, whilst staring into the middle distance and wondered.  When I refocus everyone goes quiet, checking your phones.  You think you’re so...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    1 Response Jan 4, 2013

    Was writing to an ep friend today,

    and wanted to try something new. Thought I might share it. -------------------------------------------- Blue sky, black heart. Yellow sun, I cast no shadow. Cool breeze passes right through me. I am nothing. chiseling away at the surface of the raw broken edges of this...
    CopperCoil CopperCoil
    36-40, M
    3 Responses Mar 30, 2016

    Stream Of Consciousness Abstract 1

    ~~~~~~~~~~ Abstract time patterns of thought consciousness whirling kaleidoscope like in a precious few bejewelled seconds of timeless no time for thought just write right right OK no need to read a galaxy exploded distant corona crowned lear like leering like the old man his...
    NobodyParticularly NobodyParticularly
    56-60, M
    1 Response Jun 11, 2013

    How long are we gonna **** around making

    bullshit music (too cold for rhyme stance) What happened to all the good music para guitara? When it came down to soothing the soul and healing what ails those through the frequencies of rhythm and vocals And for those lost given a beat to call their own To carry them on...
    lenny28 lenny28
    22-25, M
    Oct 15, 2015

    I was hung, By the thumbs.

    It seemed to go on for hours Before I was undone. Festival Halls of people sung And clapped raptures; Roars of approval rang peals and rounds Round rafters. I was stunned. Reasoned begging, Appeals to Heaven – Nothing worked. Nor did my threatening. I’ve been, at times, a...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    2 Responses Mar 15, 2014

    Drunk Streaming Two

    I took a sip and I jumped the gun a bit and missed the edge of the glass as I was pulling away, Pinot Noir dripping. I stared at the almost full moon as I licked the glass to catch what I had missed. I am alone. It doesn’t matter. It is somewhat uncouth, but there is no one...
    Quintesse Quintesse
    51-55, F
    8 Responses Oct 18, 2013


    Daggers of anxiety tonight.I seem to have grown a new jowl overnight; my slacking is turning to sagging.  I think it’s my smile lines atrophying. I should practice to the mirror in the morning - like a chimp gnawing, all teeth and sparkling eyes, eyebrows surprised – all my...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Jan 22, 2013

    Story #28 The Ride

    The Ride (on my stream of consciousness) watch the stream as it's going never stopping, always flowing how i'm feeling what i'm thinking babies drooling feet are stinking eat a sandwich, take a sip ping coffee over there she is there a doctor in the house is a mess ing around isn...
    Serenitree Serenitree
    70+, F
    4 Responses Jul 24, 2011

    Life As A Stream-of-consciousness Poem

    i am an omniscient narrator, meandering slightly into convex upheavals, a constant traveler of sandy cracks, breaking up sidewalks inevitably while carrying accidental crosses stitched in symmetrical green leaves, shining as a petroleum-based black surface. i carene into vast...
    yeshuja yeshuja
    31-35, M
    Jul 9, 2012

    Almost 4am Here In Original Sin City.

    So I'm sitting outside watching cars go by, listening to Sade and crickets, smokin a 'L. I love being up this late.....being the only one to feel the breeze (at least that's what it feels like). So many thoughts running through me; so deep though, I can't decipher them. All...
    cmwho cmwho
    26-30, F
    Sep 19, 2013


    I’ve got a ‘Here and Now’ *Bong!* app on my phone.  So far, thankfully, it’s only gone-off when I’ve been alone.  A singing bowl would be better - more resonant but less convenient - over and after-tones kiss-chasing vibrations in my inner ear.  A calm down tone...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Jun 13, 2012


    Why am I alone? Who made me this way? I'm a natural disaster. I'm battling faulty genes (I should rejoice in my chastity) Just like him I get wasted and emotional Just like her I drink in my bed(What?) Passed on their party to me Poor painridden parents A discoball was my star of...
    Kittychanel Kittychanel
    41-45, F
    1 Response Sep 2, 2012


    The park now is dark and damp; sodden leaves and slugs squelch underfoot. An astringent barb in my nose from all the decay.  Long gone are the post-Olympics runners, the accountants cycling home from work on their new expensive bikes, in their Bradley Wiggins cycle helmets, and...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Oct 18, 2012

    Reading Poems

    Crystallizing feelings into words, at its most basic, is like making icicles. Trickles of thought, trapped; the encapsulation of Michael held in graceful statis.  Hope is eternally frozen, expectant, dreaming away the day. Freedom is just a warm-thawingHeartbeat away.
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Mar 7, 2013

    Drunk Streaming

    I have so many little birds at the feeder out on my deck that the hawks come almost daily and dive and swoop leaving feathers flying. I am not quite sure how to feel about this. On the one hand the Sharp-Shinned Hawk is an endangered species, but on the other hand my property has...
    Quintesse Quintesse
    51-55, F
    12 Responses Sep 14, 2013

    Poised But no thought emerges.

    Lost, vacant and numb I followed my existential axioms To the vanishing point. Dots to infinity …………………………………………………………………………………… with the lack of insight. Tautological circles of crushed chalk protect me. I go into...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Oct 29, 2014

    Emotional Torque

    It’s easier said than done, and it’s not fun.I’m combatting insomnia with napping. My mood is snappy, and the weeks flash past almost before I’ve begun.  I’m up-front scared with an undercurrent of residual anger; I’m exhibiting bad vibes and my eyes are flashing a...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Mar 16, 2013

    So, Moving On...

    So. News?  On what shall I muse?  There’s so much going on that I’m floundering.  Sinking, drowing.  I shouldn’t be!  I’m supposed to be Master of my Fate not some puppet victim ingrate.  I fancy myself in control; a well-oiled machine, getting through, making do...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Feb 24, 2013

    I’m Surrounded: Cleopatra

    and an amplifier, Manufactured in China; An opulence of blues and pinks; A cigar-box full of forgotten thinks. And Kierkegaard’s Works of Love. Incense and daggers, downloaded distractions; A mush of green; Tobacco and vanilla. Broken springs. Lovers in factions. Life-left...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Aug 21, 2014

    What Is It That I Missing?

    I have everything a 22 year old could ask for. No kids, single, in college, a job, wonderful parents and small group of genuine friends. But I feel like something's missing. Perhaps a bf? I don't know. I'm not one to be in relationships, can't stand the commitment. Maybe the...
    cmwho cmwho
    26-30, F
    Oct 27, 2013

    Torso On Podium

    With plastic bag on my head, I filter out all the mistakes that burn my house. Fat, talking heads that float and laugh, keep getting fed. Eye contact is solar stare, I got myself in mental pit and with every reach I reach upwards, further down, the depth of the pit. Upwards is a...
    secto secto
    26-30, M
    1 Response Mar 16, 2013

    Stuck Or Barely Moving

    That's how I feel. These past few days have been brutal on my spirit. I feel like a failure. And not because I am but because I went from financial stability and freedom to none of this. I went from having a busy social working life to discovering the truth about people who I...
    cmwho cmwho
    26-30, F
    Oct 6, 2013

    Life! – Likes surprises,

    Action potentials: Chrysalises of possibilities, Ripe, supple, armed with all the essentials; Hot for the frenzied fever of feasting and f*cking, Squelching and sucking, Moved by the moon And tunes. Choice and Chance Will dance: Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock Tick Death, Is...
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Sep 21, 2014

    Yet Another Sublimation

    Examples of small desolations that end up as inconsequential phrasings, or exhalations; exhorting my glory if I disdain the doubt and existential dread I feel gnawing.
    CrookedMan CrookedMan
    Feb 13, 2013

    there are moments when words escape you.

    even feelings become vapor in the cold air. you try to take a breath, but the world moves on, somehow everything becomes a miasmic blur, and you forgot that there is air to breathe. you forgot to see beyond the assembly line of one-dimensional faces, moving pass you, leaving...
    deleted deleted
    Dec 8, 2013
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