Stream of Consciousness

Lantern Light
Lost in the woods No end in sight You hear the coyotes Somewhere off to your right So you run left And you scream for your life
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Domestic (a)blyss. Winner in Masks We Wear Challenge. Content Warning.
He did not like babies. Not even his own. Of course, he was obliged to love them as all good parents must. But he could not
By Paris Rosemontabout a year ago in Poets
Another Term
Another term completed early, no less I have never liked math but Quantitative Reasoning you had a good ratio of easy: peasy
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Just Pretending. Runner-Up in Masks We Wear Challenge. Content Warning.
Pretend it wasn't you. It was someone else touched inappropriately -- too young to fight. * Pretend it wasn't you, afraid of yet another visit in the dark.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
Full Moon
Dear full moon You give me heartache And make my stress rise like the ocean tides Make people crazy from the inside Overwhelm and unforgiving
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
𝔽𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕣
Burn me at both ends Yearn me, earn me, learn me now in my molten state.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Just Call Me Chauffeur
I didn’t even offer yet you just assume because we live in the same space that I will drop everything to take you to that place.
By B. M. Valdezabout a year ago in Poets
𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮
So recently we attended a sister church for a baptism and we saw a huge sign in the fellowship hall that said, " Just give me coffee and Jesus".
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Out Through the Attic Window
This is to appease the Manic Rambler. Syllable by symbol to breathe soul into the Zero-G, some call it life in free fall. Blamed by the inner. SEE!? Left rethinking all laws; whose world have I been released in? I'd lie if it didn’t feel like a useless pause. Saying to say the said thing to the succubus, ignore the countdown timer she checks, it's not for you.
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
Masked No More. Top Story - October 2025.
I was excellent at hiding behind masks for a long time, or at least I thought I was. * They took many shapes and forms:
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
leaving the weight
graduated from judgement and its consequences reflections of pagan paradise alleged with eminent religion allotted for life and death subjugated
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
The Creature Beneath My Calm
The Creature Beneath My Calm by — Obsidian Words All I seem to breathe now is static— a low hum of anger that never quite fades.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets