Tagged "Stream of Consciousness"

The Bridge

Don't tell them They'll only question Don't give them what they can gossip Something to judge No, don't tell them The bridge I spent so many nights on

By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets

Inadvertently overhearing an argument from the couple at the next table in the café

So much from So little _ Glean from A glance He was born into a Drought Scrubbed by sun Shrubs weeds In spiked prickly tufts

By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets

The Uncertainty Of Life

He often stumbles along life’s pathway in utter confusion, Making fantastical decisions out of the blue, Dedicated to making his dreams come true,

By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets

made to last. Content Warning.

they don't make them like this anymore nostalgic craftsmanship made to last standardization practice rubber band affair of con-sentients

By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets

On the Edge

I am always on the edge. On the edge of a breakthrough. On the edge of creativity. On the edge of a breakdown. On the edge of change.

By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Poets

Alive outside.

What kind of patriarchy system is this? someone is moving away from me i'm dying inside But he is pretending to be alive outside.

By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets

No Point Talking to Narcissus

Being silenced by constant interruptions can make one question everything, even our own voice. Is it better that I just shut up?

By Mika Oka2 years ago in Poets

On the Fringe

Deep in the shadows, where the veil grows thin There dwells a woman, still a child within She dances on the fringe where the wildflowers sway

By Nichole Campbell2 years ago in Poets

There are days when her silence feels deafening and days when she won’t shut up. She’s the shadow self, the one who thrives on my own self-doubt. Her words, insidious and insistent, always trying to pull me under.

By Mika Oka2 years ago in Poets

He Loved Her...

Can't speak yet she hasn't forgotten how to think Can't feel yet she still knows what is real Cornered she just cowers Tallying the hours until she's free Struggling in darkness to find the key's grace That will relieve her from this suffocating embrace

By Nichole Campbell2 years ago in Poets

What should I write next...

How many complications are there? understand this just before that It increases further. try to solve I do it every moment and every day but these complications increases before it can be resolved We are tired of trying to solve things. Now it seems that Death is my only help now But perhaps even death doesn't know about me. I can't understand anything after this What should I write next...