Stream of Consciousness

My Inner Sex Demon
i had walked upstairs and there she was in the doorway i ran away quickly screaming and the demon followed.... slowly
By THE GREAT AMUN2 years ago in Poets
Outer shell
Alone By nobody's standards Carrying my own identify Daring to be Even slightly Fearless Girls are all the same How some men feel
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Poets
An Abecedarian. Top Story - January 2024.
After language ceases to serve the needs of a people, it’s said Brutality takes hold. Protests shift from “Civilized Discourse,” to, well, you know. This proclamation hardly denotes truth.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
Animal. Top Story - January 2024.
I am an animal. Sophisticated? Maybe. But what does that mean? Sophisticated how? How is that measured? I don't feel it right now,
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Intimacy
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Explosive Heart
I want at times for my fiery soul to burn luminously under the hue of the blue lights in the red rooms late evening. I want for the delicate, guiding hands of a gentle and hardened female to take my mind to the moon as I explode in a furious, passionate moment of lust brought on by existential humility and wonder.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Poets
Immortal
In the realm where time takes flight, A whisper lingers, pure and bright. Immortal, not in flesh or bone, But in the echoes that are eternally known.
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
Compose Me
Tap your fingers in time, hold your head up high They bring you down because they see, the talent in your heart to be A swing of a hand around the keys, your composing a song so free
By Mason Darnielle2 years ago in Poets
"CATALINA BOARDWALK ROMANCE". Content Warning.
This is fictional prose. The characters and story are fictional, and were created by the author's eclectic brain of fairytales blended with real life of places, people, and other stuff. The Pink Blush Hotel and The Dream Factory Studios are fictional properties. Any reflection to real characters is coincidental.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
To the surreal strength we hold
This is an ode to the might that we hold in our hearts to mellow through the banter of our strife. We are extraordinary species that surpass the wit and intelligence of any existing creature in the biotic ecosystem. Our minds are constantly evolving in every minuscular way to foretell the vision of tomorrow. Life is a monotonous series of exemplary events that forge their being in the mundanity of a day. Stirring with the hustle-bustle of every day becomes burdening when life shows how uncertain our mortality is and how placated we are in the hands of the unknown.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
beg for it. Content Warning.
breathe in sharply shifting battle victor held to the light water pouts from holes beg for more time beg for what you love
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
The Absurdity of...
Accelerating toward a fiery finish, a Balaclava strong arm over Cybernetic espionage, Joker laughter past the Deep end. Diligent to the belligerent,
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Poets