Stream of Consciousness

Language Barrier (?). Top Story - April 2024.
My line of work involves a lot of time communicating across languages through an app, telephone service, or my new friend José.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
through lust you fast
I don't care about the flowers but I care about their journey to me down a conveyor belt at the grocery store after you clocked out of work, gingerly scanned by a cashier with long unkempt hair concealing their name tag, carried up your icy steps, petals protected by a plastic casing that rustles against your beard, set in plain sight on your coffee table surrounded by acrylic paints and empty Modelo's.
By Erin Latham Shea2 years ago in Poets
Only God Knows
Only God knows The bottom of a heart The depth of a soul The stroll of a thought Back and forth! To and fro! Only God hears
By Stephen Lightpen2 years ago in Poets
Resurrección
Eternal damnation adumbrated over humanity; concealing the soul of man from God. Until love interfered tearing the veil in two, breaking the chains held
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Thoughts of You
it’s been difficult to say the least there is so much things that I thought we could be like the communication just faded
By I Am Sav Renee2 years ago in Poets
It's all me
Drag my name and worth through muck and mire distracted by I know know know years I did - it's all on me Graze my heart and soul
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Journal Prose Chronicles: If Self-prioritization Were A Prescription… . Top Story - April 2024.
Entries from my journal are only shared with my closest of friends, so beginning this series was not a decision taken lightly. Concentrations of my anguish, toil, love, ecstasy, and more exist between these pages.
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
My Pen Has a Voice
My pen was eavesdropping On the dripping rain From the eaves of the house Of pleasure and pain: It hears the voice silence,
By Stephen Lightpen2 years ago in Poets
Me Ves Y Sufres. Content Warning.
So often I sabotage my own mind with memories of brighter times (that did exist) the grass is greener, sky bluer (that were at times)
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Lucid Waking
I stand once more before the door That opens onto unknown lands I'm searching for the threshold lore That's buried deep beneath the sands
By Insinq Datum2 years ago in Poets
CRY IN CORRUPTION
In the shadow of injustice, they stand tall, The minority, the oppressed, despite it all. Against the backdrop of fear and brutality,
By Glacier Heart2 years ago in Poets