Stream of Consciousness

Champagne
A smooth languid pour With a thin frothy head Clearing as I stare Into the bullseye from overhead Leveling the glass I gaze in wonder
By K.B. Silver 20 days ago in Poets
The Cult of the Antihero
Cult and culture spring from the same root Romans struggled to keep barbarism at bay Within themselves and their sprawling domain alike
By D. J. Reddall20 days ago in Poets
In & Out of Time
How does one keep the balance of being both in and out of time? I don't mean out of time like rushing, not having enough,
By Lolly Vieira21 days ago in Poets
Instructions for Borrowing Calm
Start by making a little space for yourself. This isn’t about tidying your room, or about adjusting how you sit or stand.
By Lori A. A.21 days ago in Poets
reassigned
When this very hour returns NEXT year, Who knows where we’ll be, or who we’ll belong to then. We’ll be trapped in the wreckage of our separate lives,
By Komal21 days ago in Poets
How to relax each cell
First You need to believe it is possible to relax each cell through your daily practice. You really can go deeper in there every time you tap into the practice. You feel the change, you feel the connection with the pure golden light of the Universe, stars, Sun, Moon, Planetes whole Galaxy.
By Darkos21 days ago in Poets
What I mean when I pray the Lord’s Prayer (aka Our Father)
What I mean when I say the Lord’s Prayer: 1. Our Father, who art in heaven, You are far from the uncleanness that has been my habits and choices.
By Jesse Lee21 days ago in Poets
This is not a death wish.. Content Warning.
I don’t want to die. Let me say that first before anyone twists my silence into a conclusion. I don’t want to die… I just don’t know how to keep living
By Amber21 days ago in Poets
Take Me Back
Take me back when rappers used to rap Not about themselves But for the world to change When lyrics had meaning Where words had a powerful message
By L.I.E21 days ago in Poets
Provocateur
There’s a notch in the doorway That sits by your eyeline Struggling to find its place +++Their tongues were like swords
By Kristen Keenon Fisher21 days ago in Poets
There's Rules When You Pass A Graveyard.
— It’s hazy before I turn onto Olive Street. An ever descending elevator. I was trying to meet my family And instead, I met a girl named Ana.
By ash21 days ago in Poets
poetry on the wall.
words hurt, * so they should heal surely. * enough with guessing what “actions” mean. * strip the painting from the wall.
By Marvelous Michael21 days ago in Poets