Stream of Consciousness

One Flame in the Dark
In the darkened field, there is one light. Not the stars — they scatter, indifferent, cold fire flung too far away. Not the moon —
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Poets
Little Voice
Sometimes I'm front and center, looking through grown-up eyes at a world that seems too big, too sharp, too full of whys.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets
Whispers in the Silence
In the quiet corners of my room, Where shadows speak and silence blooms, I find a world untouched, unseen, A place where I can just… be.
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
Fifty Shades
Light versus darkness The soul can't hide from the gaze of the Discerner. + + + “The lamp of the body is the eye. If therefore your eye is good, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in you is darkness, how great is that darkness!” Matthew‬ ‭6‬:‭22‬-‭23‬ NKJV
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
A Large Sale This Weekend
For a month now I have known about a yard sale on Hwy 38. All the neighbors along this road have items out for sale. A wide variety of items. I have shopped there before. The best chance of not overspending is when I have my mind made up about what I am looking for and stick to that list.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Guardian of the Vale
Watching from on high Everyone going by Seeing all that is done Overlooking none The good and the bad The happy and the sad
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
An Elegy, in Loving Memory of Camp Lanterns . Honorable Mention in Lantern Light Challenge.
It’s not like riding a bike This memory can rust I can’t even remember How to fire one up When we were kids the memory was etched on on our hands
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Jack & The Hill. Content Warning.
It's all downhill from here... I wonder if this is how Jack felt when he went up to fetch that pail of water. It was a slippery slope on Twin Peaks.
By Vagabond Writesabout a year ago in Poets
For Your Children's Safety: Title Removed
Gunshots pierce the night, Pages, Pistols conflated. “Who watches the Watch----" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
That Weird Neighbor . Content Warning.
Halloween thunder. Under boards, slashed bodies stacked Code eight. Children stare. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
The Mask We Wear
Staring in the mirror, Seeing my reflection, I grimace at what is there. *** Pale skin, Dark circles, Red eyes. *** Holding the mask,
By Amethyst Champagneabout a year ago in Poets
Untold truths
Behind the smiling, painted face, a different echo starts to race. The careful laugh, the measured gaze, a masquerade through sunlit days.
By Sara Cabout a year ago in Poets