Midnight Streams of Consciousness

Last night, aprx 24.5 hours ago, since it’s 12:46am at this moment, I found myself overcome with thought and emotion. So what am i to do? Write. I’m way overdue for a good poem, anyway. So, that’s what I set out to do, only to find the process creating more unwanted frustration and emotion. Tears in tow, I scrapped my first attempt at a piece to begin again.

AND, because there was some good stuff in my first go at manipulating my pain into something beautiful (or, dare I say lovely), I even found a way to embed those parts into my second take. BUT…..there was too much emotion, not enough fluidity to say everything I wanted to say and still have it make sense, not enough wordplay, not enough….poem-y stuff. In my emotion, I can think up all these power house semi-stanzas, and word-pairs, but I couldn’t make them all come together.

My brain felt like this, but with more words....lots of thoughts, no cohesion. UGH

I went to sleep, a little more relieved because everything I wanted to say had been said. I also went to sleep a bit discouraged and disappointed with myself for the LAME expression I had just produced. I am now, much more satisfied with what happened last night as I threw my  heart onto paper. It wasn’t just a poem. It was stream of consciousness, and that’s ok. It is what it is, and it is NOT nearly packaged.

According to the New World Encyclopedia:

Stream of consciousness is a literary technique, used primarily in poetry and fiction, which seeks to portray an individual’s point of view by giving the written equivalent of the character’s thought processes, either in a loose internal interior monologue, or in connection to his or her sensory reactions to external occurrences.


I suggest to you, give it a go. Don’t hold back. Allow your literary plans to meet your random internal dialog, and see what is produced. If nothing else, you will feel better. (As long as you don’t critique yourself!) There’s something to be said about stream of consciousness’ place in the literary realm. Research it. You will see. Anyone can be an artist. Just find your niche. Who knew blabbing your thoughts onto paper with enough lack of structure would turn into its own genre? I now look forward to going back and trying to shape up my emotional wordpile into a piece for a Left Side Poets’ production or to share on a stage somewhere. If you’re interested in reading my midnight stream of consciousness, email me, and I will send it to you.


What was lovely about today?

They didn't look this pretty.

  • I got to take 1.5 naps! That is VERY RARE
  • I didn’t make much money at work….BUT, I made more than I thought. So, that’s good.
  • I got home with enough energy to update my blog.
  • I baked my first platanos! (I usually fry them)
  • I started reading Francis Chan’s Crazy Loveagain. I highly recommend it.


  • The Left Side Poets sold 5 more books today. Want one? Shameless plug, I know. But…it’s my blog. So why not?

What was lovely about your day?


5 thoughts on “Midnight Streams of Consciousness

  1. what was lovely about my day? my work day ended 30 minutes early, thanks to the generosity of my supervisor. it may not sound like much, but at the end of an exhausting week, every minute that gets me closer to the weekend counts.

  2. I can’t remember. I feel envious that you recall all of the great things so clearly. I only have moments of strange and vivid memory while the rest of the world is a loud white buzz.

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