Stream of Consciousness is where you just transfer a thought, idea, story, poem, feeling or whatever right from your brain to paper. You don't think about how it sounds or how much sense it makes. You just write. Whatever you feel... you just write. This resulted in the following poem, which I have since titled "Non Symmetrical Patterns"
Your eyes,
a blinking paradox.
Unlocked in wonder.
And hidden in loss.
They open
and exhale just like a camera shutter,
eating time upon release.
Your finger is poised on the button.
A crime about to occur with such ease...
Your eyes,
blue like rain.
Like the steady flow
of a sky that pours in shame.
And bleeds down
a funeral of stars
crashes into the line of cars
that you drive in
just to get away from me
from the burning city lights
and the hope
that we bring.
But I'll still watch the glow of your headlights
and trace the hue of their yellow cones
until they fizzle out
and i know you're safe at home.
And then i'll close my eyes
so you can sleep.
But i'll stay awake
and write a song
to the drumbeat in your chest.
And when it skips
like a nervous record
I'll know i'm at my best.
But confession is an art i've yet to master.
And the truth is...
when words dripped from your tongue
as you spoke like the static that creeps through tv antennas
and trailed off like a purpose - there was none.
And so you don't think of me
like an angel anymore.
You probably don't think of me at all.
but if you ever do....
just know
I'll be waiting here for you....