Streams of Consciousness Dreamed 6970 days ago | | 221 words
I love to write. I need to write more. Writing is my therapy. On that note, I’ve started to let myself go and just let the streams of consciousness flow. When I post them, I feel better, because there’s the illusion of people reading them and perhaps even responding. This is more for me, than for you.
been rocking back and forth
sitrring
the oceans of my heart
crashing
ships into reefs
sharks teeth
end lives
out of reach
of their final goal
of the end
of the beginning
of the pain
where they now sink
float
cut
themselves out
of this scrappy flipbook
this popup ad child’s book
the blood
the teeth
the lust
the sleep
lost as a kid
sitting up in bed
scribbling into books
notes with catchy hooks
pens with verses
newsprint with hearses
reminds
how we’re gone so far
gotten
so lost
within
this quagmire of sin
never thinking when it begin
to resemble the attack on us
skin torn
news trucks
mighty tusks
ripping hearts
in rgb lcd
cmyk
gray ladies pray
weekly daily pay
your toll for the information
monthly yearly decay-de.
patented printed paid
for change to rain down
upon
golden women
dead presidents
line streets in
protest for the coverage
within
built upon the backs of men
pens of women
miscredited
uncredited
decredited
unedtied
overedited
nothingness
hapiness
is empty
no more green
no more trust
in
no more
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