Stream of Consciousness

Time Escapes Me
Time escapes me my arrival breath adjuster doesn't much matter I haven’t enough hours set me free locked clock spares
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
it's always half past somewhere. Runner-Up in Inverse Challenge. Top Story - February 2024.
i fall it's half past too late the thick shades are drawn shut the air lingers heavy in the dim ray of light still trying to trickle through
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets
"I LOVE A.I.". Content Warning.
I LOVE A.I.” “A.I. IS A TOOL NOT A COPYCAT” THIS IS 2024. LET’S GO THE STORM TOGETHER AS CREATORS EMBRACING TECHNOLOGY.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
c u r r e n t . Top Story - March 2024.
if i emerge on the other side of my edges i *know* are available to me vast oceans of growth and freedom but I am awash in thoughts of
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
Filthy Smile
You cannot wipe off a permanent grin even in the presence of fear. Loyalty cannot be covered in mud, nor can love be washed off with a quick rinse.
By MELLOW2 years ago in Poets
My Precious Wind.....
Don't remember, when I started, feeling you, anyway, there's no need, to think about it, as I feel you right now, so my precious wind,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
My Side. Content Warning.
Why do you want to be me? Is that projection I see? So intimidated and jealous But you claim that it's me With all seeing eyes, it's time to see
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
Kalopsia. Top Story - February 2024.
Why are you looking for me? You left me, remember? Yet thoughts of me bedevil you Is it guilt? Is it remorse? ~~~~~ You try to catch my eye
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
Guiding Light in the Darkness
In the quaint village of Glenwood, nestled between rolling hills and whispering streams, there lived a girl named Lily. With eyes as bright as the morning sun and a heart as pure as the dew-kissed petals of a rose, she was beloved by all who knew her.
By sudip tarafder2 years ago in Poets
You-6
Where is four Oh, it is locked in a drawer Waiting to be opened How long will it stay there We will just have to wait and see
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ground to Dust
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Poet or a Journalist
I want to be an author, I want to be a writer, I want to be published, and I want to be known. I want to see my work on bookshelves and see how far I've really grown. Not just my book shelf of course. I see this everyday, I want to scream until I'm hoarse.
By Brandon Phillips2 years ago in Poets