Stream of Consciousness

Cardboard Frankenstein, awakening to a brand and wonderful day,
Yellow Captains sailed their vessels under the influence of wild, savage tides.

Blinded mothers by humble ignorance, dreaming of an unseen shining truth.
The candle wax is dripping, while the flame is consuming precious time,
Whereas the thick, blackest veils of shame are heavily shading my face.

A pink hare runs lightly with the wind blowing softly by her back,
A poisonous snake's bite will make you sleep slowly tonight.

Careful hiding secrets, unwinding a mysterious, long path,

Our founded love will bring the heartbeat to speak for the days and
the nights.




Poetry by Golden Minotaur The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-08-25 at 20:31

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guy-ann from GUYANA
I think A poisonous snake's bite will make you sleep slowly tonight. would be a nice metaphor for a sleeping pill
2025-08-27


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Stream of consciousness is a very lazy and unsatisfactory form of writing.
The author babbles, leaving readers (if they have the patience) to try to attribute meaning to what's in front them.
2025-08-25