Stream of Consciousness

Villain
Always the villain Never the victim If it has happened to you I probably caused it Either through action or inaction
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pickled Crickets
Rumbling engines of bumbling workers with crumbling pensions, race to protest the fumbled intentions of the government’s grumbled dissension.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
This would be viral
Butter on my nipples because I am messy Not because I'm sexy Don't stare, avert avert unless you like butter? there's more
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Never Stop .
Don't stop, never stop. as far as the goal is concerned till there Never bow down. Life will not come again and again, every time as long as there is life from living life till then Never stop.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
He is Vishnu.
Who can become Ram-Krishna. One who can live within dignity by becoming Ram. Who can keep within limits by becoming Krishna. He is Vishnu.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Chronicle \\
Nowadays money rectifies your wrongdoings better than the law of Justice The system is politic made your just another number reshuffling on their
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
The Saga of 0 and 1
What you read, as the text of letters. what you witness, as scenic images, what you enjoy, as glamorous clips.. what you enjoy on digital media,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
How Embracing Uncertainty Can Lead to Better Choices
Accustomed to the time, our existence should fall in a line, Adhere to societal expectations else in the pits of failure
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
I Wasn't Shot Today
I wasn’t shot today. I made it through another 24 hours. I couldn’t find a sitter, so I didn’t make it to the bowling alley.
By Joe Guay - Dispatches From the Guay Life!!2 years ago in Poets
motivated by food. Content Warning.
nobody knows but we do it in secrets we keep it as if it is an odd schedule we the creature of the night demands apart from the chorus, free radicals
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Island
I remember dead whale on the beach, enormous and small at the same time, Minke, not stinking like people said it would but not exactly emitting an aroma for sore noses either; we were told not to touch it so we compromised, one fingertip each.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Day#10: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 10/14 “WHEN” Writing 5 minutes – “Six in the Morning” Waking up in the dark is hard. Rolling out of a warm bed, removing yourself from the comfort of your lover’s arms, but the silence you enter is glorious, as it is to watch a new sunrise to greet each day. Yes, it’s hard – but the rewards are extraordinary! Embrace the darkness and the light.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets