Stream of Consciousness

The unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Vocal Blues
In the land of blank screens, where ideas should brew, There sits a writer, feeling kinda blue. Staring at the cursor, it blinks in jest,
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
Empty Souls
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Into the Unknown
For those who wonder, She is okay. "She's enjoying life!" Many do say. Little do they see, She's come a long way. Moved to the city with hopes and dreams,
By V2 years ago in Poets
The Power of Words
My words can cut like knives Or heal wounded souls They have the power To enact dynamic change So I must choose them wisely
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
Old Lady
I notice I am fading; I am given a dilemma = Do I fight it? There are things offered all the time: Serum for this, cream for that.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
ISTJ "The Logistician Inspector"
With stalwart heart and mind of logic keen, The ISTJ doth tread a measured pace, A soul of duty, ever to be seen In constant toil, a smile upon their face.
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
ISTJ "The Dutiful Idealist"
With stoic heart and mind of keenest sight, The ISTJ, a pillar strong and true, By duty's call they ever hold their light,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Story
When I reached home in the evening that mother told her story The wife had a glass of water in her hand that he also told his story And when I had just taken a glass of water from my wife, That the sisters also told their story father sitting in a corner I was smiling a little seeing all this that suddenly father spoke softly go eat food Rest, you must be very tired As soon as I heard this I looked at my father. It felt as if we both looked eye to eye. Told each other their story.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Childhood
Childhood used to be something else. People say that I was a little worthless in my childhood. I want to live that worthlessness again
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Healing Tapestries: From Acid to Alkaline
Lemons Oranges Tomatoes Mint Garlic Onion Pepper Mustard Coffee Chocolate Fried food Bloating Heartburn
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Love's Shadowed Reflections
Love is not meant for me, or so I've come to believe, For I fear the vulnerability it may weave. I am not capable of loving, or so I claim,
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets