Stream of Consciousness
When Wishing Upon A Star
When wishing upon a star the pixies fall freely like there's no life there's no bounce There's a twinkle, though like looking in someone's eyes Can't tell if their sleeping is looking as he or she doesn't notice me For show, though Like the sky no body only heads recognizing the park the jar β fire it flies catching parenting, more like Easter Sunday clothes cool as hell Too, I'm living on a reserve, ya know?
By K.A. Smith2 months ago in Poets
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In February of 2022, You knew I didn't think You were real so You revealed to me things that in this world aren't possible, making me finally know that You are real and not just a character in a book. A book that is the best- selling book of all time, in the history of man, by the way.
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World She woke late, her body heavy with illness, the kind that even makes breathing feel like labor. The holiday had passed quietly, but its ache arrived late, creeping into her morning like a shadow.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
