Write a poem about what it is like to be alone with your thoughts

Inside my head

Is a soundtrack of earworms

Making my thoughts dance

With all of this activity

I am never really alone

Alone with my thoughts.

That isn’t always a bad thing is it?

They aren’t my thoughts, but multiple people with the same exact voice.

It rings through my head.

I can control them.

Sometimes they are strong.

Sometimes they are influenced.

But, it all depends on my mood honestly.

I can tell them things nobody knows.

I feel at home with them.

I don’t call them thoughts.

I call them Negotiators.

They help me make decisions.

Not always the best decisions.

But, they help me in ways I can’t explain.

Without them I’d be nothing.

They disagree with me sometimes.

When I’m right..

And when I’m wrong.

You see.

My thoughts used to scare me ever so greatly.

They used to scream bad things.

I couldn’t control these thoughts.

They were thoughts infected with a disease with a cure.

But, only I could provide the cure.

I didn’t know what the cure was.

They begged me..

End it. End my suffering.

Until I found my cure.

What I’d been searching for forever.

I found…

Happiness.
You shouldn’t always be so unforgiving with your thoughts.

They make bad choices too.

But, they weigh the pro’s and con’s.

They tell you whats necessary.

They also tell you toxic content.

Listen to me.

Your thoughts aren’t always evil.

Get along with your mind.

It will open your soul.

Its just me

Once again, I’m all alone

I began to criticize myself

Like I do every day.
Constantly asking myself

WHY? WHY? WHY?
Why aren’t you good enough?

Why can’t you do better,

Be better?
Being left alone with my thoughts

Leads to insanity.

Never knowing when to stop

When to stop criticizing yourself

Never knowing when to just live your life,

Instead of constantly thinking to yourself

Why?

Thinking, stopping, reflecting…
pondering, pausing, imagining…
predicting, wondering, brainstorming… 
consciously, unconsciously, cautiously…   
trying to figure out how life works.

Given how hectic one’s life can be,
You’d be forgiven for suspecting all they want’s to be free.
A moment alone is all most of us need.
Alas, though, my thoughts only worsen my greed.
We speak, time and again, of desire for privacy,
Yet how many can live with our guilt, and our piracy?
The mistakes we still make are too much to count,
And the consequences caused have just started to mount.
I want to help others, regardless of desire.
If nothing else, their happiness will, at least, douse my fire.
You see, before anyone can get to work in construction,
They must first undertake their own personal destruction.

Thunder storm, power out

I can’t see anything

As I sit alone

thoughts wonder my mind,

problem after problem trickling down.

Who can I talk to?

Who won’t judge me?

What should my next move be?

I’ll just stay to myself for now,

power back on

I see things clearly now.

Everything got brighter.

I have all the answers I’ve have been looking for.

Just when all my thoughts were bringing me down,

the power, gave me a reason to believe brighter things will come

Alone with my thoughts

I watch them go by

Waiting for something interesting

That could trigger

Some new creative moment.

i’d like to thank

the academy

for being quiet,

for letting the hum

die down to a quiet roar

and for pulling the plug on yourselves

to allow me to think again

without the chatter of wayward voices.

I have not great insights

inside this sudden silence,

no greater sense of purpose

that I can teach you as I stand here, unwired,

yet even so, thank you,

for shutting up for a second,

so that i might think again.