Stream of Consciousness

The Hollow Who Mistook Care for Weakness
The Hollow Who Mistook Care for Weakness A Mythic Protest OUTSTAGES CAFÉ PRODUCTION ADOBE FIREFLY He came with a smile and a borrowed book,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
Wonderland
The glass was leaded Too mired to reframe To ridgid and heavy to shimmer At the sound of your name That breezed through my lips,
By Ellie Hoovs11 months ago in Poets
Ophelia My Orchid
Ophelia my orchard What a beauty to behold I could look at you forever And it would never grow old. 🥀🥀 💗💗 🥀🥀 I saw your bud unfurling
By Calvin London11 months ago in Poets
Let the Healing Begin
David was no saint. In fact, his sins were criminal by today's laws. But his faith in God was extraordinary and he was set apart by God to become king long before he defeated Goliath as a teenager. It is from David's line that Christ Jesus is descended.
By Colleen Walters11 months ago in Poets
Reflection VII— The Weight Of Hope
Hope… Is it a lie we tell ourselves? A dream wished for? And doubt, the truth, the one we never want to hear. If hope hides doubt,
By Lenn Marcus11 months ago in Poets
When Mirrors Blink
When Mirrors Blink Some mornings, glass forgets my face and gives me someone new— a version half a frame to the left, a shade the wrong-hued you.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Spoken Roots
The trees whisper to me, they tell a story, your story, my story-- the story of how I was planted and born into a seed,
By K.H. Obergfoll11 months ago in Poets
A Tree That Grew Teeth
My roots drink me in entirely from the shadows of a long forgotten sun burrowing deep into the ground past the shallow rocks,
By K.H. Obergfoll11 months ago in Poets
Chapter 1
Here I am, standing in the desert underneath the sun I thought one day i'll no longer have anything to write from I have written quite alot but feel like I haven't written enough
By Harydo Neon11 months ago in Poets
Breathe
I craved to breathe in your scent to fill in the holes that have been rent within my soul leaving me broken and spent never whole
By Chris Santiago11 months ago in Poets
Magdalena and Selene
I knew a girl named Magdalena once, a long time ago. She was smart and beautiful, * honey colored hair and cat green eyes,
By David Muñoz11 months ago in Poets
Emotional Exploration
my face pressed to the glass slivered cuts on my tongue I'm a world out of place with a mouth full of dust recounting the times
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets