Stream of Consciousness

Fleeting Beings
In the abyss of the universe's grand design. Where celestial bodies ignite and align. A symphony of awe, skilfully spun. Unravels the riddle of life's mysterious run.
By Solomon Walker10 months ago in Poets
Beneath Snow & Soil
Cathedral eyes haunt my dreams Spilling red light through the gaps Wounding the structural beams Already splintered by this weight,
By Silver Daux10 months ago in Poets
I Remember Anyway
I keep trying to wipe the slate, But my brain is a thrift store that never throws anything away. I find you in the weirdest aisles—
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Exhaustion
Lying in bed, your alarm goes off. You grab your phone and silence it. But you don’t get up, sit up. You don’t even move.
By Amethyst Champagne10 months ago in Poets
Cold Day, Warm Comments
Today was cold The heating bust A pipe burst I wonder If the temperature Is cold There Where you are I saw a tree You'd turn it
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅
Comes now the sun she's wearing a fiery gown marching in like a precocious flame my world bathed in reds and oranges I see her now as
By Colleen Walters10 months ago in Poets
No Magic
There is no magic here: just streetlight sparkled snow But the fact is that these sparks seem to spin into constellations for my eye
By D. J. Reddall10 months ago in Poets
Skulls under the growth . Runner-Up in Roots and Branches Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
You see a tree? I get the idea, my grandparents are the trunk, my parents branches, me a stick My kids the leaves I get the concept
By Sam Spinelli10 months ago in Poets
Heaven Between Seasons
We met in late August heat, sweat sticking our shirts to plastic bar stools, Your laugh loud enough to fight the fan. You smelled like sunscreen and cheap rum,
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎
In a room without yesterday you'd find me wrapped in your arms your safe place just breathing each other in filling our lungs
By Colleen Walters10 months ago in Poets
Winter in Lungs
Winter came early this year, not outside—out there it’s just rain and late leaves— but behind my ribs. I wake to the radiator hissing,
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
When Wishing Upon A Star
When wishing upon a star the pixies fall freely like there's no life there's no bounce There's a twinkle, though like looking in someone's eyes Can't tell if their sleeping is looking as he or she doesn't notice me For show, though Like the sky no body only heads recognizing the park the jar — fire it flies catching parenting, more like Easter Sunday clothes cool as hell Too, I'm living on a reserve, ya know?
By K.A. Smith10 months ago in Poets