Stream of Consciousness

Search for The One
I seek her out. She must be found. She must be returned to me. I need the one... The one whose spirit— lighter than helium—
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
Appendix Control, All-Hands
ALERT 04:12 — Appendix Control to Cortex: red siren, four-beep alarm. McBurney’s lighthouse pulses SOS under the right iliac crest, stressed, possessed.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Poets
The Mask Slips
Hidden fears, unseen...unspoken. Concealed beneath masks... 🟥 Red for rage barely contained 🟦 Blue for sorrow that never sleeps
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕋𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕤𝕖
“Let no one deceive you with empty words, for because of these things the wrath of God comes upon the sons of disobedience. Therefore do not be partakers with them. For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light (for the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness, righteousness, and truth), finding out what is acceptable to the Lord. And have no fellowship with the unfruitful works of darkness, but rather expose them.”
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
I Ate Myself
OK… Don’t freak out. I think I ate myself. – Not metaphor, not growth. Teeth, jaw, follow-through. Dig in. Spit out. The silence got smug,
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Poets
The Duality of Laughter
I remember the first time I was struck A swinging back hand colliding with my face My ten year old mind grew ten years older in a second
By Thadeus about a year ago in Poets
The Feline’s Mantilla
There is no greater veil than the one I wear. The majority of my life was spent in despair. Living a lie with my heart cleanly cloven.
By Sara Elizabeth Joyceabout a year ago in Poets
The Raven's Wings Unfurled. Content Warning.
I protect you when you are small, when your fear makes you cower. I am chaos forged in pain— unflinching, fierce. I am your power.
By Xephino Moonabout a year ago in Poets
"I'm Putting On My War Paint"
We were getting ready to talk to a hundred My friend called to say she was ready, but had some dread ~ I'm putting warpaint on!
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
I'm Doing Okay
Hi! How are you doing, dear? Me? Oh, I'm doing okay. Me? Really what do you expect? My son died. He's never coming back. I'll never hear his laugh or see his smile again. Do you want me to do handstands or something else spectacular? No... that's not fair. These people are genuinely concerned and hurt for you. Stop being so mean-hearted...they just don't know what to say. You should just tell them the truth but do it in a loving way. Tell them that every second of every minute you are awake you will never be the same again. Tell them that the love you had for him will always be there and you are trying so hard to regain your strength, to love life even more...for him. But, as other (wise) friends have urged, to give myself the grace and time to heal. And accept what others are trying to give in their own way to make "it" better.
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
The Monster Lies Within
Undead hordes arise I cradle my son tightly Tempting my hunger ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕥
The moon was so bright that it made me stare in awe and then she showed up ✨ in her golden gown of fire licking the sky
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets