Stream of Consciousness

(Fingers Crossed)******** Burdens Of EVERY "SINGLE" Person Who Seems A Bit Weird, And Awkward To Every Person On The Outside - Trust, They Think The Same Things, They "DO"::::
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
By 365poetry14 days ago in Poets
to love this world. Top Story - January 2026.
sometimes i feel so far from it all that i can hardly stand it; i’m drifting away from this place and all the parts of me that are known by another are mourning, dying, clutching at their necks, cursing themselves until they foam at the mouth
By angela hepworth14 days ago in Poets
Borrowed Backbone
I didn’t grow a backbone overnight. I borrowed it, honestly, like a jacket someone hands you when they notice you’re shivering
By Milan Milic14 days ago in Poets
Wintering Heart
My heart has been wintering, And I used to hate that word Like rest was laziness wearing a pretty coat. ﹁﹂ But the mornings are darker lately,
By Milan Milic14 days ago in Poets
𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤
So who gets to decide what's a weed and what's not weeds are viewed as vermin flowers are viewed as decoration weeds grow everywhere
By Colleen Walters14 days ago in Poets
God told me(spoken over funky things part 1 and 2-Larry Ellis and the Black Hammer
I pray to receive abundant wealth of things that money can’t buy I have a lot left in the tank And that is a blessing I have much to accomplish before I die
By Nathaniel Terrell14 days ago in Poets
_Perhe_
Is it my being who weighs the most? Is it my wandering, my wondering or both? Is it my search, my constant, restless stand?
By Laura Rodben14 days ago in Poets
What Death Didn’t Take
From death, warmth remains A cup left where your hand was Love learns how to wait
By Lori A. A.15 days ago in Poets
GLORIA 🎶
BIRDS HAVE TO DIE SINGING ANYway, I have nothing but singing to share 🎶 out-of-clay body spirit soar over the salty eye waters
By Diana15 days ago in Poets
The Mirror
Fiends glued to their screens Watching dreams drip from the flesh Seeing what’s left When the ravenous of have taken all
By Atomic Historian15 days ago in Poets
C A P A B L E
Years of silence. My abundant garden hushed, growing lash greenery even in winter. Roots delving deep, as if to the Earth's core.
By Moon Desert15 days ago in Poets
Thorns and Halos
I used to think love should hurt a little, like tight shoes you “break in” because they look good on you. Blisters as proof.
By Milan Milic15 days ago in Poets