Stream of Consciousness

hard-boiled. Content Warning.
a leap taken diving right into it mixed up in the middle falling through soft mist simmering on the edge of hard-boiled and devilish
By ⸘jason alan‽8 months ago in Poets
indubitably
Articulateness comprehensibility indubitably Copyright © 1/31/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin I am grateful you read my work! 😃 If you liked it, please like it ♡, drop a comment, and subscribe for free. - - Andi
By Andrea Corwin 8 months ago in Poets
A Moron’s Guide to Freezing your Balls Off . Runner-Up in Instructions for a Feeling Challenge.
So… You wanna feel cold to the bone? Well you’ve come to the right place! This brief instructional will teach anyone At ANY skill level
By Sam Spinelli8 months ago in Poets
Better Days at Blue Bird Liquor
I. A Better Day at Bluebird Liquor where every morning we congregate outside the Bluebird liquor, waiting for the man behind the business gate
By Dean Traylor8 months ago in Poets
When the Rain Falls
I. After the rain, will the streets be clear? Or will the waters, deep and dark, sweep everything away? II. If the road’s clear,
By Dean Traylor8 months ago in Poets
𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔. Top Story - February 2026.
I always considered myself a hopeless romantic and wondered what that really means. Here's how Cerebral at resilience lab.us describes a hopeless romantic:
By Colleen Walters8 months ago in Poets
Do I Exist?
Breathing, I feel that, the sensation, in and out. Yes, I know I'm here.
By Maddy Newt8 months ago in Poets
The Wolf Poetry Contest
Our Poem a Day in February (PaDiF) starts tomorrow I was able to borrow a wolf photo from an artist, I know that looked like the photo above and below
By Denise E Lindquist8 months ago in Poets
Life in the Eye of the Storm
If I’d smiled more and spoken less maybe things would’ve turned out different ᵎ!ᵎ⋆.˚⛈˚.⋆ᵎ!ᵎ I never could staunch the acrid flow of tears and
By K.B. Silver 8 months ago in Poets
Out of Frequency
Sometimes it feels futile to place precise, emotionally intelligent work into systems built for sameness. Algorithms reward familiarity, not resonance. My signal doesn’t match the noise of the world I’m moving through. Being “off” is only a flaw in environments that value speed, ease, and categorization. I can accept differences in taste. What I struggle with is effort and substance being ignored while shallowness thrives. That is the discouragement.
By Alicia Melnick 8 months ago in Poets
the scrapbook
The scrapbook in my brain filled with shadows– taped-up with half-things. The scrapbook in my brain connects patterns– of misplaced fragments.
By Kiana Carda8 months ago in Poets
Zero ONE
Light revelation, dimensional time spacing, beam spin revolution...
By Diana8 months ago in Poets