Stream of Consciousness

Sometimes Life starts later
Sometimes we must first go through hell to achieve healing, sometimes there are many hells along the way, and then every day they lead us on the right path, but only those who follow it know how full of ups and downs this path is, they know its mountains and holes, its oceans and its mood, soothing and releasing pain, transforming things, and the side effects of hell accumulate on those who choose the path of remaining in severe harm. Forgiveness is the only way, the only path, otherwise you condemn yourself to chains. They will not change and will continue their actions, but at least you decide to try to just be cool and, like a fool, pretend that nothing happened, heal the trauma, heal everything, having no life for so long... One day, you finally become reborn.
By Darkosabout a month ago in Poets
The Last Light
The night carried a thin layer of moisture, as if the rain still trembled behind the clouds. On the edge of the old town stood a worn-out house whose window lamps often extinguished on their own. But tonight… tonight a strange and vivid light gleamed from within.
By Anas Khanabout a month ago in Poets
Rejection’s Echo Room
There’s a room in my mind where every “no” I’ve ever heard rents a little corner and leaves the furniture. The door is always half open,
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Your Shadow Lessons
You taught me how to read a room in seconds, how to hear anger in the way a fork is set down, How to measure love by volume and slammed doors.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Guidance !
A surprising turtle, how I long to go deeper there, will a miracle finally happen, and will I be freed from everything that is so unclear? I already feel such light within me, deep, softer layers intertwined, will the desire to heal once and for all appear? I truly love you, Moon, planets, stars, and the Universe.
By Darkosabout a month ago in Poets
Roots of Tolerance, Tendrils of Kindness
What is the life purpose of the deer, raccoons, and birds? Is it different from humans, or are we the same, with our intention to live, experiencing this world for the sake of life? To wake up, go through the day, working and resting, eating and sleeping - the same for the creatures as for the humans.
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Poets
More Than...
No flames just warmth and words burned onto my heart etched with intent no glowing embers just truth in hope whispered maybes
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
Pedantry is Elitism
This is a five minute flame, a spoken word riff that insists on freedom as the heartbeat of creation. It is not just performance, its archive, altar, and rebellion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝔽𝔼𝔸ℝ
✨ The one thing to f̶e̶a̶r̶ is f̶e̶a̶r̶.̶ It keeps us silent on our hopes and dreams. ❤️ F̶e̶a̶r̶ drags yesterday into what we feel today
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
Seasonal Longings
Winter, your thrill of chill is fun for a moment, but then I dream of summer’s saunter. Sipping lemonade, under palm tree shade,
By Rowan Finley about a month ago in Poets
Too Much, Not Enough
I am too much. Too feeling, Too needy, Too heavy. "Cheer up," they say. "Live in the moment." But my moments stretch and growl
By Archery Owlabout a month ago in Poets
We Were Windows
We sat on opposite couches, But it always felt like two buildings across a narrow alley. Your stories lit up your face
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets