Stream of Consciousness

Alone on Fire
Repetitive incoherent conflictions Excessive impairment recollections Aggressive announcements and disaffection Victim to my minds lies
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
BACK TO THE HUM. Content Warning.
This is a Syfy romance story about two birds who fell in love long ago when they met in a bird shop. Now, Lulu appears again in OUTSTAGES CAFE as a beautiful woman with a bird head. Sweetie & Lulu meet once again. Sweetie was reincarnated as Sweetie. Lulu was reincarnated as a lady with a bird head. This is a fictional Syfy created from my dreams and my very smart parakeet, Sweetie Bird.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Bloody Sacrifice
The world is dark and bloody Scarcity for money Wanting is deaf Stealing is death Working is blind Dead to self … People fight for money
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
What Color Is Your Smile?. Top Story - August 2025.
Are there colors in someone’s smile? red (rouge) or pink (rose) green (vert) or Yellow (jaune) blue (bleu) and orange (orange)
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
The Music Always Stops
"Take care of all of your memories, said Nick For you cannot relive them" - Bob Dylan ~ Scarlet skies fill my eyes with wonder, hope, and absolute horror
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Unspoken
Etched into my heart the words I'm longing to say trapped in my silence.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Midnight's Rage. Content Warning.
Slumber's Absence has come to visit me... I stand helpless as I watch Hope walk away, I know what intense restlessness is soon to follow‐
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
I am a human, I am your friend
I wake up to the same SUN as youMy breakfast has eggs, I know you tooI too, wear cotton, linen, wool and silkI drink hot chocolate and dip cookies in milkI go to school to learn English, Science and MathWe both go to college, just with a different pathI love reading books, and I like to singI play the UNO cards, I am a little thing
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Too gentle to notice
Step 1. Wake before the birds. Forget your name for seven breaths. Let the silence between them shape your outline. Step 2. Leave your phone on the nightstand.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
The Window She Never Closed
She sat by the window where silence had a name. Not hers. Not his. But a third one — formed by the space he left. The tea on her table
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Viola's Purple Veil. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
This was created by Vicki, me. I am no longer producing a paranormal channel with my friend. It is all about Trusselli Art, music, art, film, and progressive politics. I like to create art reflecting truth, fantasy, metaphors, innuendos and manifestations of art and dreams. I bring my dreams to life through my art. I want to share, be cool, creative, paranormal, and be in a paint bucket of life.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets