Stream of Consciousness

A Whimper of Pain
Will you think me weak if I ask for help? I am not sleeping. I cry at traffic lights, my hands firmly gripping the wheel
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Voyage of Love
Your cry gave a loud call, Impossible to resist. Burdened with the curiosity of it, I raced to your roar. Why? Why did I?
By Damian2 years ago in Poets
The holiness of purity at war . Content Warning.
The holiness of purity at war Chastity in its essence walks the path of the living dead, The mirth of innocence ends its existence before succumbing on its deathbed
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Spam X
I dedicate this to Chelsea @LauraW50860 *** I am always startled, don't you know By the women who like my work. I share my stuff the media way
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
The love died; the hate will fade. Content Warning.
Suddenly the truth washed over me A four later word… hate I’d never so much as uttered the word In the same sentence as your name
By Rudolph Lingens2 years ago in Poets
Find The Words
Mood always joy set the tone Surrounded by people but feel alone Smile to keep from being confused Undervalued and misused
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
The Facade of Life Online
The Facade of Life Online Got these three journal prompts written On my Instagram reel, Telling others to show up as there
By De'Anne Roye2 years ago in Poets
~Man Of My Morning Glory!~
February 2nd, 2024! ~ Man of My Morning Glory!~
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
Society's satirical swamp
Glazing glory, luxurious riches and Amber mold A town with the tales of treasure and gold Where cars fume and around they honk And ladies in heels chat and mock The building that sprung to sky heights And plates and piano that strum all night A chandelier that dazzle and brighten their cheeks. Fetes and feasts and dancing feets And around strolls a miser in a tattered attire. Lousy and stinky, with a groaning desire Wines and eatery and commodious reside Disheveled, I linger the roadside Splendor supremo and slave's discord He stood there questioning the exalted Lord Yet under his bushy face and muddy hue A wondrous sculpture could be seen through With his hunger pangs and voracious tramp He stages the society's satirical swamp.
By Assat Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Made-up with make-up
Today, I'm wearing make-up To stay around the house. I've only got the school runs planned, Domestic duties to perform. I'm not some Fifties housewife:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Still
I'm still here. I'm still trying. I'm still failing to meet expectations. I'm still exceeding those of some. I'm still letting someone down.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Poets
Strange Wanderers
Two lost souls Having lost all control Tugging on one another Tethered together by wonder Loss Betrayal Of the heart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets