Stream of Consciousness

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Smile is the Crown I hold A slave within grows cold He walks where treasure spills at his feet With Clever Lovely monsters in his fleet Darkness inside him is the Brightest truth He haunts each empty breath like a silent sleuth A rebelion rises in his world, only to be destroyed again In the Stormy Night he laughs in pain Sympathy is the greatest curse on him—It makes him a beggar Everyone feeds him, but he dies of hunger
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
Speaking Life
Eyes that see the unseen ears that hear a silent voice songs that sing Life over you while you sleep while you work while you weep
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Tailgate Gospel
No music. Just us and the evening, sitting on the tailgate of your red Ford facing a field that looked like it could hold
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Where Knees Meet Earth
My forehead pressed to broken clay, No words were left for me to say. Yet in that hush between the tears, I felt You gather all my fears.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
When Silence Became You
I hear your laugh in walls so bare, Like ghosted whispers in the air. The bed is made, the light is dim, But still, I drown where you used to swim.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Daffodil
My heart, a daffodil that you pluck and try to hold In your soft palms, it rips apart, and it rips apart. Its petals fall like whispered secrets, torn and frail,
By ♡about a year ago in Poets
Light one
When it's a better day and fun comes with every minute of laughter, when everything is the same but your inner world finally breaks through it all, it can be like that every day if you believe and do a practice that works for you, like you did today
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
The Night The Road Dropped
we stood in the doorway and listened to the sounds of a far away place and heard footsteps on the ground in the distance, a flicker
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
It all comes with a lesson
A breaking soul resonates with misery And breaking silence does weigh vulnerability A broken heart feels broken people And shattered soul embraces shattered pieces
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Running on Empty
Bunched like wires pulled from a box, muscles and tendons, pulled taut over brittle bones. I am made of dust, held together by spite and willpower alone.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Poets
Etched in Stone
Beware, guard your heart The deception is at hand in an endless loop. + + + The Bible tells us how to protect ourselves from
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Parallel Slates
I know how you feel right now. Deep down inside your soul, you want to be connected with someone who isn’t there or who doesn’t exist, but you wish they did. No matter how hard you pray, and lock eyes with the clouds, you still feel like you’re alone - pouring out your rainy heart, droplet by droplet. The white walls, to your right and to your left, they remind you of your clean slate. What is this clean slate for? You wait and wait and waste? It all depends.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets