Stream of Consciousness

The Sink Where Arguments Go Cold
Our kitchen is a harbor where the dishes learn to drown, a coastline built of chipped white cups and forks that face me down.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
L.O.S.T.E.D
emotions draining… feelings rusting… tears clocking in like they’re on payroll. guilt takeovers… sits on my chest like rent’s overdue
By Komal11 months ago in Poets
The Calendar That Never Learned My Name
The calendar hangs smug and flat, a grid of bossy squares, Each little box is a rented cage for sanitized affairs. It circles dates in lipstick red and calls them “must” and “should,”
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Houseplants We Promised to Love
We filled the apartment with houseplants the way some people fill it with children— hopeful, underqualified, carrying more Pinterest than practice.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Elements of Love (that you ignore)
Why won't you talk to me? We might have some chemistry But if you never talk to me Then how will we ever see? We text, but in case you forgot
By Calvin London11 months ago in Poets
The Phoenix
Phoenix is rising, Up out of the ashes, Escaping hell, Cuts, scraps, and gashes Survived the hell fire, Pushed past the pain,
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)11 months ago in Poets
𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. Top Story - November 2025.
You are the lift that keeps me airborne. When I feel like I'm on a deserted island, you speak life over my lonely heart. When I feel like I'm disposable, you tell me I'm far from it. That there's no-one like me.
By Colleen Walters11 months ago in Poets
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑼𝒔
You waited a lifetime to get me to this here and now You don't just know my skillset You created it You've molded it through pain
By Colleen Walters11 months ago in Poets
The Ghost on the Other Pillow
Your side of bed still holds a shape that clocks refuse to know, a shallow moon where gravity remembers how you go. The sheets have learned your silhouette, the dent your dreams once made—
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Confronted fears. Content Warning.
It was the morning that you left me Abandoned, alone, for dead That I realized I didn’t need you. — I said it abandoned, I said it alone
By Emma Mark11 months ago in Poets
SERENDIPITY-a lovely coincidence involving ghosts
SERENDIPITY-a lovely coincidence involving ghosts 11/20/2025 It is raining out and my mind, in maudlin fashion, thinks of my 2 sisters in their little cemetery spots getting wet. Somehow, I make a connection to the internet being the new cemetery where ghosts prove their existence. Coincidentally, I run across an article about deceased artists that never received their due in life, but they haunt the internet-ghosts! I discovered Nick Drake & Eva Cassidy because of that article, and I held seance with their music as I wrote this not but an hour ago on this day. Half meandering confession/ half poetic:
By Victor Mendez11 months ago in Poets
From the Ashes. Content Warning.
I took on the role of protector When that was never my job I told myself I had to be there Like I was some sort of God —
By Emma Mark11 months ago in Poets