Stream of Consciousness

A Suitcase Stuffed with Silence
You imagined I’d welcome your wicked words, You imagined I’d respect them—even abide You wrote that God’s going to curse me, leaving me feeling so scared and denied.
By Chantal Christie Weiss2 months ago in Poets
Elements of Love (that you ignore)
Why won't you talk to me? We might have some chemistry But if you never talk to me Then how will we ever see? We text, but in case you forgot
By Calvin London2 months ago in Poets
The Phoenix
Phoenix is rising, Up out of the ashes, Escaping hell, Cuts, scraps, and gashes Survived the hell fire, Pushed past the pain,
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)2 months ago in Poets
𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. Top Story - November 2025.
You are the lift that keeps me airborne. When I feel like I'm on a deserted island, you speak life over my lonely heart. When I feel like I'm disposable, you tell me I'm far from it. That there's no-one like me.
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒔
You waited a lifetime to get me to this here and now You don't just know my skillset You created it You've molded it through pain
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets
The Ghost on the Other Pillow
Your side of bed still holds a shape that clocks refuse to know, a shallow moon where gravity remembers how you go. The sheets have learned your silhouette, the dent your dreams once made—
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Confronted fears. Content Warning.
It was the morning that you left me Abandoned, alone, for dead That I realized I didn’t need you. — I said it abandoned, I said it alone
By Emma Mark2 months ago in Poets
SERENDIPITY-a lovely coincidence involving ghosts
SERENDIPITY-a lovely coincidence involving ghosts 11/20/2025 It is raining out and my mind, in maudlin fashion, thinks of my 2 sisters in their little cemetery spots getting wet. Somehow, I make a connection to the internet being the new cemetery where ghosts prove their existence. Coincidentally, I run across an article about deceased artists that never received their due in life, but they haunt the internet-ghosts! I discovered Nick Drake & Eva Cassidy because of that article, and I held seance with their music as I wrote this not but an hour ago on this day. Half meandering confession/ half poetic:
By Victor Mendez2 months ago in Poets
From the Ashes. Content Warning.
I took on the role of protector When that was never my job I told myself I had to be there Like I was some sort of God —
By Emma Mark2 months ago in Poets
Harvest Time
Staring at my garden, I see the roots and vegetables. They are ready to be collected. I slip on my green gloves and dirt-covered boots.
By Amethyst Champagne2 months ago in Poets
Raincoats for Our Secrets
We stitch raincoats for our secrets out of half-remembered nights, from shower curtains, childhood quilts, and hand-me-down goodbyes.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑮𝒐𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏...
✽ꨄ✽ Show him ✽ that You are bottling our tears as they flow to a place that You set for us from the very Beginning
By Colleen Walters2 months ago in Poets