04/01/19 – Stream of Conscious Rhymes

I look and think about the thoughts in my head as I lie here in bed.

The feeling that I had for you,

Before I went through,

I feel like I shoulda been a little blue but that ain’t true.

But I thought about myself,

Since I did it for me,

To be free.

Just a small fry,

With my head in the sky

So I say bye bye;

Oh my,

What is going on here,

How do these feelings just disappear?

I don’t know why,

But I don’t mind,

Cause now it’s time

For feelings of a different kind,

And I’m no longer shy.

Got no mountain to climb.

Just pour my thoughts onto the page,

Not a lyrical mage.

But hey I got the time,

For once to make a poem rhyme.

Now I gotta go to sleep cuz in eight hours my alarm gonna beep.

Normally don’t rhyme much at all in my poems but figured it’d be fun to make a sort of “stream-of-conscious” poem that could also even be done as a rap.

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A Stopping Force

This mighty wall looming in front of me,

I am but a porcelain tea cup,

Fragile,

Small.

It stops even the sun’s light,

And now all that covers me,

Is darkness.

And oh but in a twist of realization,

The creator of this mighty thing,

Is me.

I am the architect of this,

That I have placed in front of myself.

I lay my hand on the cold stone.

I close my eyes

A deep breath.

As it crumbles to dust,

And I am set free.

 

 

 

03/01/19

This prevalent subject,

That persisted for longer than it did not.

For three conscious years,

Its presence,

Absent.

Then,

It all shattered to pieces.

With a cry of realization,

It broke into the mind of a boy,

Too young to know it was there.

The darkness brought a friend,

And the boy became afraid.

For now it was his own mind,

Endlessly deceiving him.

But then,

After a long and hard struggle.

He thought he won.

He thought he grew up.

But all he did,

Was push it down,

Deep inside.

It polluted his brain,

As he simply covered it up with a mask,

That he too soon believed was real.

Years pass.

A forced outlet of his creativity awakens the presence.

Though now it has learned,

To stay hidden away.

A talent found,

Fueled by the darkness residing in him.

The now slightly taller boy wondered,

As a seed of suspicion was planted in his own mind,

Was he,

Okay?

More time passes,

And once again he forgets.

In retrospect,

A frustrating battle,

Entirely one sided for so long.

When finally,

His mind had been stitched back together,

But it did not heal.

All that he did,

Was keep trapped what was inside.

It didn’t want to leave him,

It was comfortable.

It convinced the boy,

The only way out,

Was for the boy,

To find a way out of his own mind.

The boy refused.

He shut off,

What was inside.

The only thing,

That was left,

Was the darkness.

It festered inside him,

As he ruined the blessings granted.

And then,

Finally,

One day,

He realized.

And for the first time,

A paradox of emotion occurred as the darkness encountered fear.

The fear of nonexistence.

He opened his mind himself,

And a part of the darkness met its end.

As it was exposed to the light.

Day after day,

The boy chipped away.

The darkness began to give way,

As life continued to fill the boy.

Days,

Weeks,

Months pass.

Another life-changing challenge faces him.

But the man that was once a boy knew what to do.

Preparing the mind that was finally his,

It was like a breeze.

And now,

With the past being where it belongs,

A light is in his mind,

Shining brighter than it ever has.

 

I didn’t think this was going to be this long, and it is a mix of a poem and a short story I suppose. I am always happy to answer questions you may have about the poems I write, so please feel free to contact me if there is anything. Thank you for reading my blog, it means a lot!

Time Taken: 19 Minutes.

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This Overwhelming Part of You

I’m grateful,

Honestly.

I can’t deny the sun on our smiling faces,

Or the endless questioning,

Day in,

Day out.

These dear memories,

All made with you.

But when there is no light,

And all that’s left is you,

Do I like who you are?

I know,

There is light,

There is dark.

Naturally,

Light defeats dark.

But when dark threatens to take over by some miracle,

After what should not even be a close battle.

That,

Is when I think:

Is it worth it?

Dealing with this part of you?

I know I don’t know it all,

Though I know what you’re like.

I know you,

But…

Do I want to?

 

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01/01/19

A day,

That marks the end of yet another era,

In the story of me.

But,

This story is not only mine.

For there are over seven billion others of me.

And though this day marks the end of what is ultimately only a purely statistical era,

These chapters being written do not magically end.

The book of collective humanity continues to grow,

As its chapters continue to be written,

Effortlessly,

Endlessly.

Till the day,

That marks the end of it all.

 

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Voluntary Isolation

Apathetically meditating,

Sheer serenity of silence.

He sits,

Cross legged,

In an empty room.

Bare walls,

A wooden floor.

There is the first bang on the door.

A friend calls.

The seed of indifference begins to bloom.

The friend does not know where his mind has headed.

As he to himself permits,

To follow his own guidance;

Excruciatingly isolating.

 

Time Taken: 8 minutes.

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

 

30/12/18

You were with me,

Through the hardest times.

You could capture the most beautiful sunset in your eye,

And treasure it for all to see.

But now,

You have gotten old,

You have gotten weary.

And as your end draws near,

We both know,

What must be done.

I thankfully say farewell,

And lay you to rest.

No longer,

Than a second later.

I say hello to a better you.

A younger you,

More sophisticated,

A you,

That is simply a better

You.

 

Time Taken: 5 Minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com