Stream of Consciousness

Life is like a lie
Sometimes we frown and sometimes we smile But either way’s as good as a lie We feel very real, every once in a while But: we have yet begun to die
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Why can’t you give me the respect I’m entitled to?!
I tried to whisper the warning… Child-sized hands tugging at grown sleeves, my voice a lantern with too little oil. “She is not who she seems,”
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Curse of a Healthcare Worker
Hello, I’m here to help. Memorize my name? It’s not important It’ll never be important, I’m here to help. I see you on your worst days
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Happy as Robin Williams
I’m as happy as Robin Williams I smile like he do through and through But deep down the phrase bothers you A jester’s smile that goes on for miles
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
I grew a new face at seventeen.
I grew a new face at seventeen. If you look closely, you can still see the seams. At the time, it formed out of a need for survival.
By Sarah O'Gradyabout a year ago in Poets
𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓽
Today's a new day ☀️ Great day to find a new way 👀 to let my heart sway.💓 ❤️ “whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.” James‬ ‭4‬:‭14‬ ‭NKJV
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Dibiki-giizis
My dear Celestial sister, Sitting high above our home of Aki, Thank you. Thank you, my giizis, For swaying with the sea.
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
Our Shared Hidden Pain
Behind the smile And beneath the skin * Lies the ever-looming fears We keep hidden deep within * Our hours drag on slowly
By Timothy A Rowlandabout a year ago in Poets
Like A Moth To A Flame...
How many more desires must I say "No" to? Will there come a time I can say "Yes" to something other than the weight of this cross?
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Crystals in the Wound
I used to think the breaking was the end, a quiet final act, curtains drawn, marble dust on the floor where I fell. But the wound glittered—
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
I Am Not Needed
They push, push, PUSH me away. Me, the person who is always there for everyone, Keeping on top of things Things that they forget
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets
friends
Questions ask themselves and then wait for answers that never come frozen in mid thought heart calls and meets empty echoes
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets