Stream of Consciousness

God's Self-Portrait
To hate oneself is sin– a grave error in understanding reality. For if we knew the network of Love that runs through creation, we would repent
By Amelia Mapstone2 years ago in Poets
My Beloved
When I woke up You were waiting for me I was not alone while sun-bath You were there for me Forest watched us talking
By Farhat Naseem2 years ago in Poets
Rocks
Of course there will be troubles in life But it will hit the rocks. will keep fighting rocks from these troubles Because these rocks also Who swore to win. fight and stand up victorious These rocks, this thing these rocks It was these troubles that taught me. Of course there will be troubles in life But it will hit the rocks.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Let's Talk
Let’s talk of truths, let’s talk of lies, of language models and AIs, of fame and flame, of doom and gloom, of cherry trees that are in bloom,
By Vadim Kagan2 years ago in Poets
Day #11: Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 11/14 “WHEN” Writing 5 minutes – “Late Evening” Maybe it was the late evening or too much wine or the music with the driving beat, but I felt indestructible and restless, filled with the heartbeat of creativity and emotion I couldn’t explain.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
ISTP "The Silent Solver"
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with secrets close at hand. They wield their logic, a most keenest blade,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
ISTP "The Mechanical Troubleshooter"
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge, close at hand,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
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