Stream of Consciousness

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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
A Plea For Covid To Leave
When we met, you came on very subtly. Just a touch here, a pang there. I thought at first, maybe we could, Get along, you do your thing, and I do mine.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Abecedarian Alchemy
Alchemic alterations abound. Bringing bountiful beatitudes Christ consciousness creations, Despite divine dramas, Evoking esoteric elucidation.
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
Nothingness!
--- Cloaks of Doubt "The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing." Socrates whispered, setting minds aflutter and wondering.
By Dr. Marie Grace2 years ago in Poets
Echo of Dreams
In the quiet chambers of the night, Where stars ignite their soft, gentle light. A realm unfolds, unseen it seems, It's there you'll find the echo of dreams.
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
The whims and fancies of adulthood
The art of pragmatism beheld its charm, Expectations and breakdowns walked arm in arm. Captivated by the desire, bound to duty,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
She expresses her mind, in the rarity of her eyes, the ounce of the world you would find. Strength is often expressed in gallant notions in stories and poems, such as the existence of tenacity of the core to endure, fight and combat external realms. I have read infinite poems that portray the beauty of a girl who is in love and is fiercely radiant in the emotion that drives her to the edge of eternity. The beauty of humanness is not only in the radiance of joy or sanguine emotions that emit light and shine. The luminance of moonlight comes from the moon adorned in its darkness that radiates from the beauty of the wounds and scars that it beholds on its surface.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Love Unrequited
Ask me this once. Bottlebrushes wither over the grass, Carrying weight there, on their bent stalks, my bent back. Do you love me?
By Bella Nerina2 years ago in Poets
Autodidact
autodidact, I am beginning to imitate the cacophony of life without direction. each naked moment fragile and fleeting
By Erin Latham Shea2 years ago in Poets
Material Girl
Material girl So caught up in the world Your life and outlook make me hurl Self-indulgent Caring for no one else Just a little material girl
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets