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Cover image for post Broken Ferris Wheel, by LillyZ

LillyZ in Stream of Consciousness

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Broken Ferris Wheel

I tried to breathe

but couldn't do it.

My blood & mind

never find a moment

without a broken Ferris wheel

stuck in the on position,

digging into cement.

With every turn my

mind is rubbed raw

over & over & over

When will it end I ask ...

Not until I fly off from

the momentum or

until the wheel is buried

under concrete,

in mud where worms

Reside ...

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After reading this prompt, sit back in the most relaxed state you can manage where you are, take three steady and deep breaths at a normal breathing pace, then count to three mentally and write about the first thing that pops into your mind (Do it. :-p)

gabriellerose in Stream of Consciousness

154 reads

Horses

Horses.

Wild flowing manes,

Tails dragging the ground,

drafters,

sleek,

riders,

warm-bloods,

connection,

truth,

healing,

emotions,

free,

spirit,

love,

horses.

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After reading this prompt, sit back in the most relaxed state you can manage where you are, take three steady and deep breaths at a normal breathing pace, then count to three mentally and write about the first thing that pops into your mind (Do it. :-p)

j_lone in Stream of Consciousness

211 reads

Music

It floats through my brain all of the time.

Its rhythm, its variation, its beauty.

Yes, I'm in band.

Yes, I'm in choir.

I give up my study hall time just for the sake of music.

It has the same effects as painting a picture, or writing a story. One event flows directly and perfectly into another.

Music.

My life.

My sanity.

Me.

A lot of my friends are tied to it.

Band. Choir. Both.

Even if they're not in either, they still get music class.

Music.

Food for the soul.

Love.

Hope.

It could mean anything.

Even if all of today's music is about mainstream love, sex, and awkwardness.

The old stuff is the gold.

The good music.

The true music.

Its definition.

Music.

My soul.

Me.

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Cover image for post HEAD ON WITH COURAGE, by sandflea68

sandflea68 in Stream of Consciousness

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HEAD ON WITH COURAGE

Surrendering my self

fugue of no return

mist surrounds meaning

rolling, rolling

enveloping quintessence

blank slate

thoughts evolving, ripening

entering mind faintly

facing my realities

reluctantly, shoving away

pushing, pushing

unrelenting certainty

rolling, pushing

unavoidable, doomed

face death’s sword

striking you or loved one

head on with courage.

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After reading this prompt, sit back in the most relaxed state you can manage where you are, take three steady and deep breaths at a normal breathing pace, then count to three mentally and write about the first thing that pops into your mind (Do it. :-p)

JeanSnelson in Stream of Consciousness

152 reads

Underneath it all

Noise.

Everywhere.

Ringing

Beeping

Moving

Singing

Talking

Music

No room for thought

No room for meditation

No room for me

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