Stream of Consciousness 6: Echoes of the Single Eye

Donteatmecows

Here I am and can’t see my own face
No comforting person
Or a safe place
Everywhere carries something wrong
And I couldn’t see manipulation
When it first came along
I live in a world that’s always lacking
Of order and what’s naturally tracking
I remember whining before my father
Bullet ant stinger eyes
“I hate you! I hate you so, so much!”
It’s erased by what’s bothered
He still don’t give a fuck
All those women would go to Hell
The men in my family would go as well
Seeing the truth in a world that’s blind
He’s the lowest king:
The man who has one eye
That foreign woman tried to trick me
Pressure me into making me kissy
But I saw her holes
And now she’ll miss me
I ghosted her without explanation
I can’t waste my time 
When I’m in this degradation
I cringed when I saw that girl’s stupidity
“...you’ll know when it’s either
really cold or hot.”
I’m glad that she’s gone
Cause that woman’s so crazy
Only latch on to a Jeff or a Maisie
I’m suffocated in the domain of Hazy
Sexualized mind, gotta cool down the blazing
Which stabs you like knives
Where’s born the spiritual craving
I flipped her off where I’m angry, not raving

  • Author: Lewis O’Carroll (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2026 08:05
  • Category: Surrealist
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem in its surrealism paints feelings of anger and disgust. Nicely done my friend.

    • Donteatmecows

      thanks sir!, indeed i think my poems is a reflection of the disjointed nature of my mind

      • sorenbarrett

        You are very welcome



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