Stream of Consciousness

Year After Year. Content Warning.
We spent so many nights crawling towards. Never stayed in moments and didn't hear the birds, Hair went from black to white,
By Sayaam Harz2 years ago in Poets
and another thing. Content Warning.
i remembered walking in straight lines invested and loyal to the course the rest of one life left to feel alive determined with fairly good intention
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Blue Hair. Content Warning.
~ Hello, How are you? You can switch me off anytime, But thank you for choosing me. You must've been intrigued when you read~
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
Pain paints paintings
In the depths of sorrow, where shadows dwell, Pain wields its brush, in a tale to tell. With strokes of anguish, it paints the scene,
By mike webster2 years ago in Poets
Red velvet
why do you cover your eyes when I cry out your name? Are you afraid of the world pulling out the rug from our feet? will you surface from the depths of our smoky, wet, starving sounds to know my depth of feelings for you? I frequently have to pause and reflect on the past because I know it pains you so, yet as we speak masterfully without tongues, it hurts in a good place… knowing we can capture this without having our heartbeats off synch in a clockless world.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Thunder In The Sky
A great big roar, A flash of light, The heavens create a beautiful sight. Darkness; The crashing of drums all around,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Onward
the long hand stretches turns a tick heads downwards taking us all with it when you die i’ll come visit you he once said to me
By M. Lee2 years ago in Poets
My Poetic Odyssey: Navigating Self Love
Self-love is not instantaneous. It does not happen overnight, but rather through the occurrence of challenges, adversities, and unpredictable life circumstances.
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
capricious
Nothing in this world, is volatilized in no time, Like the mind, May be creation or annihilation, The mind, never mind,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
When Dialogue Gets Loud
Once I was a small black girl Bound to eat from the fruits Of a scared black mother Once I was a scared black girl Bound to be inferior
By Angel Blade2 years ago in Poets
Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Love Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets