Stream If Consciousness Poem by Rose Marie Cook

Noises, voices always mixing, never alone
Blurs passing by, nothing in focus
Sitting here writing
Thinking about everyones' faces

It's like looking at masks on a wall
You never know what's hidden behind it
I mean, is the wall made of brick or glass
Or sheetrock? Is it even there at all?

How do you know if something's really happening
You can feel and see things, but could it be an illusion?
Think about everything that you do, this paper could
Very well be a trick, a thought in my imagination

The attitude of people, so uncivilized
Talk a lot, mostly of nothing at all
Yet their mouths move and sounds come out
How can we possibly comprehend this?

Is all we speak just random thoughts?
The teacher talks, no one listens
Gives us assignments, writing our thoughts
It is all so deceiving, is it really going to help?

Help. One word, different perspectives
Like looking at a painting, no one quite sees
The same image or has the same thoughts
But yet you are all looking at the same picture

Cameras take pictures, they can freeze a moment
How can it be that you can see emotion, but
Not always feel it? Are we immune to these?
Is it like a disease with a cure?

That's all our world is now
Disease filled; contagious
Desperate for a cure
Maybe we're not meant to find one, I mean, we all die eventually

Wow, I managed to talk about death
Funny how that always comes up
In my stories, in my poems
Used to be in my mind

My thoughts change a lot
Sometimes good or bad
But other times it's like going insane
You can become a completely different person

Or more than one, you could be
Everyone in the world
You're so different that in
All honesty you're all alike

Geez, I'm so tired all the time
Restless sleep doesn't help
Getting me through school
I keep realizing I'm almost gone

One more year and it's my life
I have no clue what I'll do
It's scary, disappointing more
So than anything

Somehow people manage to
Be complete jerks about something
Even though they don't understand or
Don't know everything

I'm sure you're reading this and
I bet I lost your attention long ago
Do you ever think about books or all
The great people who took the time to

Put themselves out there
Isn't that nerve racking?
Knowing that people are judging your thoughts
Probably like you are, right now, with mine.