SoC – September heart-to-hearts

eying the dying night with bad intent I ain't tainted in my tent by the rain this I attain-- New Moon Rain what you doing? don't leave so soon in aquablue hue beneath the black lying true and still two dead eyes staring at skies at low tides New Moon Rain cool down this mountain and drown this ocean call my name through the lotion rub it in in slow motion as sun comes in my mouth again New Moon Rain drool down this mountain and drought this ocean New Moon Rain what you doing won't you stay a little more! come on! please! just one big d r o p

Hey Ram! Here I am! Please keep me sane You know I know When I can't sleep It's scary, Total frenzy. Stars buzz like bees Infected with anxiety Moon's light circles around Like wasps And her dangling earrings ring with scary forbidden violin music.

Stream of Consciousness

In stream-of-consciousness writing, the poet or novelist turns to the flow of ideas, observations and emotions that invade our consciousness, many times hovering just below the surface.
Basically, its purpose is to emulate the passage of thought through your mind without any inhibitors. For that reason, sentences become longer, less organized and more sporadic in style. Its lack of structure is not for everybody, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any order. Stream of consciousness permits deeper patterns of order to emerge, ones based on the genuine movement of information in your brain.

To read my first experiment with SoC click here

Posted over at dverse, quadrille #169, prompt word: Star. Length of the poem: 44 words.

The stream of life
The shades of light
A roll of dice

Sings a lullaby
In the night
The sheets of ice

falling outside
from the skies
The jeans (on) sewn tight

the ink smells nice
The seeds sown, rise
It feels so nice

Oh Jesus Christ
to watch the sun, rise
The silver knives

shine so bright
but she sleeps so tight
and she seems so nice

a paradise
to my sour eyes
So I seize the time

with my cheesy rhymes
to make her mine
for all the time

cuz’ even though
for she’s now alive
she seems alright
and she’s so nice
but she soon dies.

also linked to dVerse, stream of consciousness, Grace

In stream-of-consciousness writing, the poet or novelist turns to the flow of ideas, observations and emotions that invade our consciousness, many times hovering just below the surface.

Basically, its purpose is to emulate the passage of thought through your mind without any inhibitors. For that reason, sentences become longer, less organized and more sporadic in style. Its lack of structure is not for everybody, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any order. Stream of consciousness permits deeper patterns of order to emerge, ones based on the genuine movement of information in your brain.