Stream of Consciousness

1000 fps
1000 fps . Artist Canvas Observe . Golden-ocher-grey smeared all above. Ridge center Submerged In sea and sky. Before, before….before…
By Dianaabout a month ago in Poets
Calls of the Winter Gleam
Majestic mountain beckons in the sun, a hypnotic call, a gleaming vision that enthralls hikers and skiers Its slopes has secrets no one knows
By Andrea Corwin about a month ago in Poets
Rotten Core Behind the Shine”
We smile at mirrors, polished, gleaming bright, A perfect fruit in golden light. But turn the lens, the shadow shows, Rot inside where no one knows.
By Aarishabout a month ago in Poets
𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖
Drape your blue over my mind and weave the silver threads of your heartstrings into my heartbeat close your eyes so
By Colleen Waltersabout a month ago in Poets
Once Worry-less Questions to Heavy Messages and Conversations. Top Story - January 2026.
“Hey let me know when you get home” “I’m home.” “Are you safe?” “It’s 2 am and it’s dark out be careful of unmarked cars”
By Cadmaabout a month ago in Poets
In/out
"They listen to my voice" Hearing and speech. Ear and lip of aliens. Pre Duet Pre Dialogue Monologue Intermezzo… Body language
By Dianaabout a month ago in Poets
Clean Energy. Top Story - January 2026.
My energy is clean. A pure bright light emanates from inside me. It glows and warms those that allow it to permeate them from the inside.
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
Anthology of A Fractured Heart
The end of it all is a silent acceptance, or flipping of a switch to suppress the storm. At some point, the storm that doesn't leave you ends up calling you it's home and finding secret places to hide and devour your heart one beat at a time.
By Jayni Coleabout a month ago in Poets
What it’s like
Rubber souls on asphalt echoing through the air. Headlights cutting through the darkness. A deep blackness of a moonless sky waiting patiently for to be lit up with hues of orange, yellow and pink when the sun peeks out from its nap.
By Amanda McGuireabout a month ago in Poets
Interests!
There is no Love the power of being is . There is no life but dream is living . There is no substance
By Dianaabout a month ago in Poets
Loved While Full
I was loved when I was full. ** When my chest was tight with air they called it value, called it importance, called it power.
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Poets
With This Ring
With this ring I thee wed To honour and to hold, To live a life until the end Until we both grow old. 💍💍💍💍
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Poets