Stream of Consciousness

Returning to the Self
Once there was a space to breathe and grow, A life rebuilt in a calmer flow. A place where thoughts could freely roam, Far from the weight of the first old home.
By Vabout a month ago in Poets
Where Do Passing Thoughts Go?
Where does it go once it leaves the mind? Passing thoughts move through our lives the same way we move across paths and places every day. Each one carries energy. Each one mingles with the world around us, connecting us to a shared home we rarely notice: the silent, living earth beneath our feet. Even the thoughts we barely acknowledge participate in this quiet exchange. They may feel fleeting to us, but they do not disappear without leaving some kind of imprint.
By MB | Stories & Moreabout a month ago in Poets
The User Agreement. Top Story - December 2025.
Pay no attention to the dire warnings The system is not broken It is working perfectly To create exactly this life For all of the participants in it
By D. J. Reddallabout a month ago in Poets
Soul Friend Forever
I still call you my soul friend in my head, quietly, like a nickname I’m not allowed to say out loud. We don’t talk now—
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Be Wary Your Flame
We all have a flame that burns inside us... Or at least we used to. So many people... Have no flame left... No passion...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)about a month ago in Poets
castaways
I left my sadness behind in the city when you reached out to me, offering a helping hand - so different from everyone else
By Moon Desertabout a month ago in Poets
skipping over damaged area
Navigating diverse paths throughout the day, each brimming with varied hues and shifting moods, seamlessly weaving hell and heaven,
By Moon Desertabout a month ago in Poets
Circle of Life. Top Story - December 2025.
My unheard voice echoes from blank walls, now set free toward the empty horizon seen through the window each day, it's
By Moon Desertabout a month ago in Poets
Silent Nights.
I love the night, too much. So much it feels like a sign, like darkness keeps calling my name and I keep answering without knowing why.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a month ago in Poets
Transcend, Don’t Escape
I used to vanish in little ways— extra sleep, extra scrolling, a bottle of wine that “wasn’t a big deal,” new cities in my browser tabs
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟
I sit here alone in the quiet my thoughts always lead back to you under the rain but then again they never left
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
Until Next Time
Could I be the devil on your shoulder Perhaps that's what I want to be Sprinkling my manipulations Over your conscience Wicked deviations And subtle Subversions
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets