Stream of Consciousness

Famished Dreams
In the echoes of desire, I crave for more, Yearning whispers call encore . Within this chest, where a heart should beat,
By Rudolph Lingens2 years ago in Poets
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Do you ever feel like the bubbly, energetic, joyful energy you exude is perceived by others as an indication of minimal pain endured?
By Serenitee2 years ago in Poets
Never Let Them See The Damage
I showed them the truth, the darkest parts of my heart that I often fear would drive those I love away. It’s part of me and my story.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Day #2: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 2/14 - challenge 1/4 “WHAT” Writing 5 minutes – “bathroom mirror” Distorted reflection – I wonder who looks back at me from the glass – whose green eyes are those? Whose wrinkles? Whose freckles and crooked nose? It’s not the same face from the dreams I remember 20 years ago, but she is still me. Distorted in age. Not ugly – just different. Wiser.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
The Abyss of Addiction
When my heaven was dark and so blue When my mother deep down, she knew it was true I found you in the storm and I felt what I desired
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
The Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
as if it's time i stop. Content Warning.
as you leave me now, he said, i don't know that i will make it out of this alive without you by my side. why can't you stay?
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
The Recovered World
Everyone has a barcode. A barcode that identifies their risk ratio. Every day, the government announces on the radio. Who has a higher risk of not producing more GDP,
By zhen xu2 years ago in Poets
Brain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Rivers of Blood and Paths of Gold. Content Warning.
Rivers blood flow paths of gold and empty promises rich know, rich don't care * stink of priviledge swollen calf, painted luxury
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I still have light
i still have light i still have sky i still have some strange Will to try i toss i turn Remember Yearn A skipping stone
By Barbara Steinhauser 2 years ago in Poets
Father Forgive Me
Tell me what you really want and please make it simple ---------- ---------- ---------- I've explained it in all perspectives, try to remember
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets