Stream of Consciousness
spin me a tale
spin me a tale (of blood and more) a tale of sin (of pain and gore) of sin regale(introspect) regale a tale(retrospect) a tale to pale (intro... vert?)
Paul StewartPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSteppum Eht
"You know The Muppets are evil incarnate, right?" he asked with a quiver and quake as the blood dispersed from his face "The puppet controls the hand, don't you know?"
Paul StewartPublished 5 days ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous 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.
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsTexas Tea
People do not understand me. Some think my remains fuel industries bent on extraction, when my bones weave stories for children and teach lessons to those whose only wish is to
"LIFE MEANING IS A MANY SPLENDERED THING"
This was inspired through my living so many decades of life intensely and creatively! This is dedicated to all young human beings to learn the difference between being addicted to love and real love, of true compassion and friendship that must go hand in hand with companionship.’
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 5 days ago in PoetsShe-Rex
“Girls can’t hunt!” I was considered the runt. The only egg that cracked fragile of 12 in my gaggle. On most days, I’d eat a whole apple-tree.
Natasha CollazoPublished 6 days ago in PoetsAn Ode to a great leader
My commander lies on a bed of roses, His pulse denied, his body turned to ashes, An eulogy I have prepared, but engulfed by sadness,
Ricky LahiriPublished 6 days ago in PoetsIsrael-Palestine War
They have bombs in Israel Which they throw from the skies Poor old Palestinians subhuman Let them all die. And they said the Palestinians are cruel
Ricky LahiriPublished 6 days ago in PoetsA Breath Of Fresh Air
Why do they call it "falling in love" when it is something much more romantic than that? I didn't fall into your arms, let go of my defenses, spill my vulnerabilities out from my heart and let you catch the pieces.