StreamOfConsciousness — The Poet Sky

Looking out the Window

Mon, 31 Aug 2020 15:50:09 +0000

Looking out the window There's life, moving, whirling about A never ending motion Like a kaleidoscope always turning Changing the world in small ways People come, people go Nothing stays the same for long Not even a microsecond Something is always different One moment to the next Bringing infinite possibilities Fear could be lurking around the corner But so could happiness, peace, or love That's what it means to hope To see the next corner, or down a long corridor And believe that the best is waiting There's no way to know for sure It takes courage to go forward To take the next step towards a brighter future To move the kaleidoscope along with everyone else Changing it for yourself, or your friends Only together can we make it brighter than yesterday Even when it turns dark, together we can keep going It won't stay that way forever True, it might get worse When it is, we must be honest about it We must look at it with the wisdom and strength to know that things have turned bad For only when we accept the disease Can we find the cure

#Poetry #Hope #Love #Community #Unity #Justice #StreamOfConsciousness

My Stories

Tue, 04 Feb 2020 01:41:00 +0000

Alarms sound and I snap awake my head fills with ideas ready to make their way into words on a page they flow freely out of their cage oh, the worlds I see distant lands that could never be waiting to make the journey from thoughts to a tale to a story An idea in sight I start to write Of ancient fights and long dark nights and kids with kites and wise old knights that see the plights of a boy at night who longs to take flight away from a fight with an evil might that sets its sights on a world in strife

Of men with hoods and stolen goods in an ancient woods defended by a being that won't be seen until it rains and all that remains of the thieves is their screams and the pieces of the recesses that ceases to be.

Of each idea I'm proud Even if they're not accepted by the crowd They can hate them, they're allowed but I can't hear them from the cloud on which I write, on which I stand I don't care if they don't understand I said it before: I'm proud Am I talking too loud?

I can't get the ideas out fast enough I can never craft enough Worlds or stories or tales or times Legends or fables or scenes or rhymes They rush out in a torrent of rage All fighting their own fight to reach the page Some see the light of day Others only ever see the grave How do I choose which make it? yup! You guessed it! I make it up! These ideas are mine and mine alone and for that, I shall never atone For in this world of endless uncertainty My stories are the one thing you can never take from me

#Poetry #Writing #Excitement #StreamOfConsciousness

Anxiety

Sat, 26 Oct 2019 13:36:19 +0000

Every night I can feel it Like some evil spirit Watching me in the dark Waiting for the spark Of fear that will breathe life into its world and intensify the strife That I feel every hour to remind me I have no power in the storm of the world that I try to live in, try to survive But there's no port in this storm Only voices demanding that I conform To the accepted standard and way That everyone else lives, to stay quote “normal”, to never speak of the storm inside that seeks to wreak havoc on my person, on my world It's so much easier to remain curled Up inside, never risking the chaos outside Is it real? Is it fake? I can't decide. So I look out, and the room is completely quiet But in my head, it's a riot Of thoughts and emotions whirling and stumbling And it all keeps jumbling How I feel inside, who I am All I want is to understand This world, this storm, this panic, this fear To know why it must always draw near. Why can't it stay away? Why won't it leave? All I want is for it to relieve me of its terror and give me some peace All I want is for the storm to cease All I want is for it to stop

#Poetry #Anxiety #MentalHealth #StreamOfConsciousness