Streamofconciousness Stories

The river has to burn to touch the sun.

I rant to the void here in a more controlled space I talk anime Manga Comics Movies Yuri Character analysis Takes that piss me off Ethics Shipping culture Maybe hoyo And mainly yuri Don't say I didn't warn you, you didn't read the description

"Awakening: Third Poetry Collection" (2026~Unfinished). If you read my poetry collections from oldest to newest, you'll get to see the evolution and changes my style undergoes over time. However, there is no required reading order. Poetry is meant to be enjoyed, read how and what you wish. 😌 Two years have passed since my last poetry collection ended. College has made it hard to spend much real time in my imagination and with my notebook. A lot has changed in the two years I've been absent. This collection represents my reawakening. I look forward to seeing where it goes. As it grows in number and size, I'll update this description and add tags that accurately represent what it's about. In the meantime... take the risk! I'm proud of the progress my writing has made. 😉❤️

A non-linear diary of anomalous self-experience.

a collection of my raw, unfiltered thoughts. when the heart is bleeding in form of words.

What is sleep,if not innevitable? What is a meal, if not missible? What is a journey, if not memorable? What are friends, if not in comprehensible? What is drinking, is not a sad man's trance? What are drugs,if not a dreamers dance? What is a flame, if not ablaze? What is a riptide, if not diabolical? What is a chasm, if not deep enough? What is a knife, if not an intruitive thought? What is a rope, if not one's sorrow? What is the man, if not suicidal? What is death, if not a bliss? A stream of consciousness with a poetic prose novel :)

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now." PS. some photos used as chapter covers aren't mine. ALL CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER/S.

Come take a walk in someone else's brain.

A letter from someone who loves too much. Someone who clings,Someone who isn't afraid to admit they're a little unhinged but in the sweetest, scariest way possible. If you've ever loved someone so much it scared you, this is for you. If you've ever felt obsessed with a best friend, this is for you. If you like your poetry dark, twisted, and a little too honest this is for you.

"There is no one-not two, not three, To grab my ankles, stop the spree. I ran along derailing trains; I saw a man's invading pains. I stood where no one dared to pass, In that forgotten moldy class." An Autofiction wrote in proficient form

Ziri Meziani does not want friends. Born to an unremarkable town in southern England, Ziri spends most of his time in his head. His parents and his therapist tell him that he "shouldn't spend so much time alone", but to Ziri, other people are an inconvenience at best and a threat at worst. Unfortunately, Miles Hoàng is committed to getting on his nerves. GENRE: coming of age, teen bxb romance TROPES: the boy next door, reluctant lovers, tutoring COMP TITLES: The Perks of Being A Wallflower, The Black Flamingo featured in Wattpad: BxB Pride Spotlight featured in Wattpad: Written With Pride 2023 AMBY AWARDS WINNER in teen fiction featured in Ambassadors: Rainbow Fiction featured in Teen Fiction: LGBTQIAP+ Teens featured in lgbtq: BoyxBoy (YA) featured in FreeTheLGBT: Diverse Literature featured in StoriesUndiscovered: Tales Of The Heart featured in YaRomance: Unforgettable Firsts

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring. Actually, there is no old man, but it is raining; pouring. I love the rain. I've had some of the most wonderful moments of my life watching the heavens empty. What would make it perfect now would be a great clap of thunder and a brilliant flash of lightning. I wouldn't be frightened; probably because I'm inside looking out. I dare say if I was outside looking in it would be a different story. Not that this is a story of course. If it was I'd probably make a balls of it...

my random thoughts and rambles.

a stream of consciousness dealing with my life and handling my own trauma. tw// death, self harm, suicidal ideation

This is about acknowledging the pain and trying not to give in to the pain

Short story. ~1000 words. Reflections on a relationship

Nandini Murthy. They say that's me. According to them, I think abnormally. Paranoid and deluded-they call me. In layman's terms, they think I'm crazy. Tying me up is for my own good-they say. Will be safe in here-I pray. They say that I'll get out some day. They say a lot, don't they? Trouble is, I hear voices. Voices giving me choices Voices telling me to run away. To not trust them, in any way. Placing me on the horns of a dilemma. Deciphering it all takes away my stamina. Memories are blank, only one name persists. Have to find out if HE really exists. Note: This story will have a stream of consciousness type narration which means that it'll convey the protagonist's unfiltered thoughts and have a lyrical quality to them. Just trying out a new technique! Hope you guys like it!

Just a ferry ride away 10 minutes, then 5, then none Walking hand in hand, shades on our faces Bringing nothing but our tickets and each other Clinging on to you as we dropped from the skies riding Tower of Terror Screaming and laughing while going 60 miles an hour on roller coasters Each step we take is just one step closer to fireworks and freedom I loved Hollywood studios almost as much as you loved being there with me We'd dine with our friends then run away for a show Leaving everyone behind for peace, for quiet Swimming in the dark, me on your shoulders, you holding on tight Late night talking, hiding in a stairwell so no one can find us When it's time to go neither of us want to let go In the end we say our goodbyes, go home, and return to our mundane lives You will always be what I wish for when I see a shooting star

I found an old short stream of consciousness type thingy and I might turn this into a collection of random thoughts I write down. But who knows, I'll probably never update it

Poetry is such a passionate way of expressing any emotion you could ever think of. I hope you can find something that resonates with your experience in my poetry. In this work of poetry you find motivation, love, heartbreak, anger, and any other emotions you could ever think of. I will be updating with new poems and old poems I wrote in high school. Please let me know what you think! Vote, comment, add, and all that good stuff! THANKS!