Streamofconsciousness Stories

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emoti...

I am trapped. Once a voice of rebellion, now reduced to this diary. Memories keep me alive-or drive me mad. Countless days drift by, captured only by these pages. Once t...

some poetry shit

this isn't a love story. it's a quiet breakdown in lowercase. drafts i never meant to show. prayers, panic, and hidden pieces tangled in soul ties that won't let go. fou...

"Eternal Echoes" is a deeply emotional and introspective poem exploring the relentless struggles of the mind and heart. It delves into pain, despair, and haunt...

i thrashed and thrashed, and your voice echoed in the corners of my mind, or perhaps in the vastness of the beach, and the waters spat me out; i wasn't worthy of cleansi...

stream of consciousness, prose

A fictional series of OffGun inspired one-shots and ficlets featuring thoughts and internal monologues about love, lust, friendship, and trust. Each chapter is a short s...

Poetry and works that I've done recently and in the past, a mix of old and new. They are all pretty much a stream of consciousness, freshly written. Raw works yet to be...

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...

a book of poetic ramblings, where words have the power to make us feel both lost and found all at once. an exploration of what it means to be alive and feel things and w...

On the life, fading, and resounding echo of someone you still dream as alive.

A book full of mind vomit and incomprehensible rants written when I either: a) Am pretending to be texting my many, MANY non-existant friends b) Am on public transport...

Food. The Streets. Shotguns. McDonalds security .Parks & Palaces. Fruit. Uber Drivers. Family Tragedy. Chicken Bus. Marketplace. Cockroaches & Mosquitos. Corruption.

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 d...

Whatever is going through my mind, I'm writing it and hope it sounds pretty. Don't ask me what is going or what my writings mean because I have no idea.

A stream of consciousness writing I did on August 2nd, 2025, 8:49am. This is my attempt to at least do something that I have maybe achieved something.

It is an absurd thought process, the readers will go through their head when they read it

More slam poetry.