Stream of Consciousness

To Be This Gentle
I never once understood the phrase “The violence it took to be this gentle…” How could violence ever make me gentle? Or anyone?
By Katarina Beronja2 months ago in Poets
Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historian2 months ago in Poets
Left Talking to a Wall
I walked a path for many years I faced my storms and fought my fears In a silent room, I shed my tears. 🧱🧱♥️♥️🧱🧱
By Calvin London2 months ago in Poets
Sacred Ordinary Days
I wrote “eggs, soap, rice” on the back of a receipt and felt strangely proud like I’d authored a small religion. The supermarket lights were too bright
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Torn
The world doesn't seem so small with hundreds of miles between us or hundreds of miles between myself and where I want to be;
By Kay Husnick2 months ago in Poets
ℍ𝕆𝔹𝕆
I wanna roll down the railroad tracks and not even look back Like a little hobo Stuff- rich and love- poor I'd rather live in a tent
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets
Maps of Your Voice
I still hear you giving directions even though I’m the one driving now. “Don’t take that shortcut,” you’d say, like you were allergic to chaos.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
From a Bar Stool
From a Bar stool All the loudmouths speak their minds. Talking smack, talking bull! A few drinks is all it takes to let them rip
By Dean Traylor2 months ago in Poets
STRANGE FRUIT BY BILLIE HOLIDAY
12-7-25 As if racism could ever be new. Racism is as old as prostitution-the oldest profession. It is an evil thing that infests humanity with its latest chosen victim and demands accountability from one group because of their audacity to be born different-whether skin color, location or religion or etc. I was listening to Billie Holiday's Strange Fruit for the first time and was struck by how the harvesters of hate will always have a new target to point their hatred at and are always able to justify their hate-no matter how wrong.
By Victor Mendez2 months ago in Poets
Take that chance
Take that chance and start to love yourself more than you ever had a chance Take that chance and love your inner and outer self because nobody else will make sense out of your inner loving self
By Darkos2 months ago in Poets
Judged Mental
I caught you scared and unprepared when the reality of my personality flared. You reached for the straw in my eye, something barely even there,
By Jesse Lee2 months ago in Poets