Stream of Consciousness

Nobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-11
For the longest time I walked along my own path But then our paths crossed And I knew I’d never be alone againThank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Just Words
Just Words? This little turn of phrase Meaningful or not meaningful element of speech and writing Just words Why do they hit me like stones?
By Nidhi Patel2 years ago in Poets
In Imaginative Torment
Right off the bat, there's a highlight lament: In imaginative torment, one can make changes. Sorrow is a wild, silly, defenseless defiance,
By Noha Aji2 years ago in Poets
Everlastingly remains collapsed into time
Everlastingly remains collapsed into time, Endlessness got into each second, Tracked down through appreciation, the miracle and the sign
By Noha Aji2 years ago in Poets
Sunglasses'
Sunglasses hide the eyes, yet reveal the soul A mask of coolness, a story untold Behind the lenses, secrets are kept And the truth is hidden, like a treasure slept
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
People - Poem
We see people everyday, All night and all day. Whether it's family and friends or strangers, We always have favors. The are ones that are quiet and pleasant,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
Colors - Poem
The color red, Belongs to the dead. To the ones in hell, It is worse than a prison cell. The color yellow Is everyone's fellow.
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
Clever Girl
Clever Girl is what he calls me on the silver screen I reserve the right to say that he is just that clueless. Trying to outsmart the intellect of my kind
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Poets
What if i don't wake up?
What if i don't wake up? Im feeling a little dizzy and decided to lay on bed yo sleep but as i close my eyes my mind runs wild, What if i don't wake up tomorrow? Here i said a little prayer asking for more days on this world. I have set a 6am alarm to start my day early, if i don't wake up i wonder how long is the alarm gonna ring?. I have promised my friend to go out with her tomorrow. I wonder how would she find out i didn't wake up and how would she react to it. Sad? Heartbroken? Possibly yes i know she'll be Heartbroken. I just talked to my mom and didn't say I LOVE HER my mind is rushing should I call her an tell her how much i love and appreciate her? No. I will stress her and she may not have a peaceful night but if i don't wake up how will she know all the greatness i want to tell her?. Can this mind of mine shut off already so i can sleep. But, if I don't wake up I'll never know what could've been of my life. That is sad. I wonder what will each person i know remember me with?will they remember My laugh? My smile? My voice? My presence, will my absence be felt? Something fun we did together? . Mostly I wonder what if i don't wake up tomorrow will they notice my absence at all? If i do. I'm gonna love them. I'm gonna show my love to them. And I'm gonna LIVE LIFE.
By Lindokuhle Mgwenya2 years ago in Poets