Stream of Consciousness

Been thinking about hate and anger. Top Story - June 2024.
been thinking about hate and and how, even with so much on my plate I still find time to hate we all do, to a lesser or greater extent
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Finding Light in the Darkness
In the heart of the city, Where all dreams collide, A person stands, Feeling very small inside. Feelings surge, Emotions run high.
By V2 years ago in Poets
29 and Free
Energy rising, look at me, Tell me, who do you see? 29 and free Has so much on my mind, Now living life, doing pretty fine.
By V2 years ago in Poets
The Writer's Pad'
A blank page stares, a canvas so white A writer's pad, where stories take flight A place where thoughts flow, and words come alive
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Age of Inflation.
There is a village called Niwana. In which there is an old Seth. He gives everyone dal-sugar and tells everyone, please give money of this price.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Unchain Us, Please
Objective: Write a story that includes, at some point, the sentence, "I did what I had to do." Regrets? I have many, of course. But I have no time to feel indebted to them...the regrets. They can be quite demanding of a person's soul and purpose, after all. I don't mind paying my dues, but I won't be cheated out of living. I simply won't allow that.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Fantasia
It will end. This current of exhale and inhale. Married to our dreams, that’s all that it is. A brain that has feathers.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Web
Wrap me around your finger Twist and coil until my skin cracks My bones fracture and break Liquidate Absorb my thoughts and dreams
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Monarch
Prince among butterflies Flitting from flower to flower Absorbing the sun Flutter flutter flit Much like the thoughts in my brain
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Dear Future
Dear Future or Dear Future me. I don't have the words to say Or the things to plea. I know I need change but I don't wanna change.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
we were out. Content Warning.
we were out to find the night to find what the void hides things we've known the whole time that it's too late to come back
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Local Girl Missing. Content Warning.
there’s a joke that the inside of your skin is wet and warm meant to breed disgust, desire to pull it back and stare at the gore
By M.B. Arthur2 years ago in Poets