Stream of Consciousness

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
Overstimulated
It’s loud Not the sound But the lights Everyone calling my name Everything is going off in my brain What to focus on? There’s a problem everywhere
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
"Obituaries"
Obituaries 03/02/2024 Dwayne Sagamore, 33, was declared dead yesterday, after being flattened by a steamroller. Sagamore, a purported time-traveler, had vanished from the time-space continuum precisely 20 minutes prior, according to his grotesque, walleyed lab assistant. Authorities concluded that Sagamore had overlooked Leap Day, confounding his Flux Capacitor. Upon reappearing, 24 hours passed his ETA, the construction site, which Sagamore had used as a staging site for his experiment, had reopened for business.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
I Don't Love You Anymore
Echoes slithered up the staircase. Formless serpents emerging from the crawlspace. Dissolving through cracks, gaps, and voids within the walls,
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
When the World Feels Unsteady. Content Warning.
In the shower, I feel the water pouring down on me. I try to focus on my breathing, the water, the sound it makes... anything but the thoughts swirling in my head or the tears on my cheeks.
By Lindsey Altomabout a year ago in Poets
Letters I Never Sent
I wrote your name in quiet nights, Between the wrongs, between the rights. Each word a tear, each line a plea, For love that lived but couldn’t be.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
First Prompt
Hey friends! Welcome to my first prompt. I’m lucky that I am a photographer and can pull images from my phone camera reel that can pass as something charming to accompany my little poems.
By Aspen Marie about a year ago in Poets
Bread for the Forgotten
They stand in lines of endless sand, Empty bowls in trembling hands. Children stare with hollow eyes, Too weak to scream, too numb to cry.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Canada
Again, Carmen San Diego wanted to visit another country and decided to hop a plane over the Atlantic Ocean to the country of Canada.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
An Instant in Time
Where did they come from? In the crosswalk, against the light. Mom, Dad, two little girls. Mom holding hands with little ones.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout a year ago in Poets
Idle Chatter
I clothe myself in Arcanity My specialty is words That sheer veil of profundity A darkened, brooding mystery Arguments on semantics
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
live and Motivate yourself
A lot of time comes with different sides, of something. Things change, People change, You just gotta keep punching. Just do the good and the best,
By Khanya Ndabangayeabout a year ago in Poets