Stream of Consciousness

Dietary Restrictions
Coming to terms with My limitations Extracting elements of My environment Simplifying as means of survival First comes the rush of energy
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Poets
No Nursing In Nursing Homes
How did it happen? When did life end? When did this become reality how could they... When her independence became weakness
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Regeneration
*** as the snow begins melting tiny bits of life slowly emerges from the petrichor scented soil sure signs of second chances, hopeful notions
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Limerence
Limerence, how highly sensitive people can truly feel what another is going through on a very deep emotional psychologically physical and conscious level only the one who sense feel read can truly understand that depth of processing and trying to heal another and themselves to clean from it all
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 8 months ago in Poets
Dreamcatcher
It began with a dream; a terror that aching hearts make. When shadows of sun tattoo daymares onto flesh; the stench of burning chests isn't enough
By Moni Martinez8 months ago in Poets
Hourglass
Eyes fall over her hourglass as she walks by causing hips to catch a glimpse of what it must feel like to be but a grain of sand from her figure of time.
By Moni Martinez8 months ago in Poets
The Day Before the Sirens
This morning the sun rose without checking the news. It spilled gold over rooftops, touched the river into brightness, pretended nothing was gathering.
By Ajan Lori A. 8 months ago in Poets
Now You’re Gone
You are no longer here. There was no dramatic ending. There was no final speech. One day you were part of my routine, and now you are not.
By Ajan Lori A. 8 months ago in Poets
The Sovereignty of Silence
their tongues are busy carving a version of you that makes them feel less like a wreck. they call you cold because they could not handle your heat. they call you lost because you no longer answer to their name. it is a spiritual theft— they try to steal your peace to pay for their inner poverty. but you are a sovereign temple. you are the ritual they cannot perform. their curses are just prayers hitting a ceiling they built themselves. do not explain your skin to those who hate the sun. the final settlement is not a conversation. it is the quiet of your absence. leave them to the business of their own ghosts. you have a god to meet within yourself.
By Anuroop8 months ago in Poets
𝔸 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕. Top Story - February 2026.
You know everything about me but how..... I don't know how you know but you know but I'm pretty sure you know what I ate for breakfast
By Colleen Walters8 months ago in Poets
Crystal Rainbow Dance
Dance in the reflection of the crystal mirror inside a bright and shimmery room, spin across the floor, across the rainbows that are pirouetting with you
By Andrea Corwin 8 months ago in Poets
𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤
I've been such an open book but regrets and "what if"s" and " if I'd only known" still kept in a hidden place tempered by
By Colleen Walters8 months ago in Poets