Stream of Consciousness

Unspoken Weight
I smiled today but my chest didn’t believe it. Some truths are too quiet to cry out loud, so they live in the body like echoes with no exit.
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
If I Were To Lose You Tomorrow
If I were to lose you tomorrow, Would our love still burn, brighter than the flicker of candlelight? The answer is yes, because forever still exists in the spirit world,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
A Poet's Hereafter
Someday there will be rest, when life's fickle breezes calm, and my breath stills with it, the sky will fade from indigo
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Opposite Fates. Top Story - September 2025.
Across the river's flow, we lead separate, distant lives. Never breaching our safe zones. Forever strangers we remain. Unimaginable destinies, disconnected from reality,
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Blue Stain on My Soul
He did it again, shame built on humiliation of me. Locked in the conversation with six different people. It was supposed to be private.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Heaven Still
Even when my plaintive heart cries my chambers a dry ocean floor sand sifting through my veins trickling into my flooded hope well
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Kings and Queens
It's grey, then not grey. Hollowed out by fullness. Blinding with darkness. It's a series of contradictions Wrapped into a black box,
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
From Shadows to Sunlight
There are people who walk into your life wearing warm smiles, their laughter light and their words seemingly kind. At first, it feels safe, even comforting. You welcome them in, offering trust freely, believing in the sincerity behind their charm. But slowly, almost imperceptibly, the warmth fades. Beneath the mask lies a coldness you cannot ignore. Their words, once playful, twist into sharp edges. Lies unfold in quiet moments, subtle yet cruel, cutting through the fabric of your confidence.
By Paige Madisonabout a year ago in Poets
Sifting Chaos And Confusion
swallowed by the need to be wrapped tightly in the vining weeds trying to steal the breath from me hanging to hope, like falling leaves
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Back to the Future
I did not expect holiness to tremble in a touch— a brush so faint it could have been imagined, yet it branded me with fire.
By T. E. Doorabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of an Endless Path
I set my feet upon the ground, Where silence hums, where dreams are found. The sky was wide, the wind was still, The earth beneath obeyed my will.
By Echoes of Lifeabout a year ago in Poets
I Don't Know Where I Fit
I don't know where I fit I don't know where I fit... In this puzzle called politics, I'm a piece not yet placed, Somewhere lost in the middle.
By Dylan about a year ago in Poets