Stream of Consciousness

PAIN. Content Warning.
Preheating… Screaming! Quietly. The urge is redlining. PAIN, my favorite word Français Oh, to be moistened and kneaded To be beaten and eaten.
By Heather Elleabout a year ago in Poets
A letter I wrote to my best friend but never sent. Content Warning.
Maybe you will understand what I mean, Being a therapist and an older sister And one who’s turned their suffering into compassion,
By Krystalabout a year ago in Poets
A Loss for Words
Why is writing so darned tedious? Are my words too meticulous? I agonize about each one Until it's no more fun. I work the stories
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
The Fear That Ties
I dream of skies where I could soar, Where locked-up hopes could breathe once more. But every time I near the sky, I stop myself — I don’t know why.
By Muhammad Rahim about a year ago in Poets
Saying Goodbye !
Saying Goodbye to All the narcissists saying goodbye to You All I hope I will never need to see you and talk with you, all the pain, all the traumas, all the discomfort you brought to my body and created a hell out of my daily being
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
The Night Sky That Healed My Heart
The stars above were calm and bright, They stitched my soul with threads of light. The moon looked down, a knowing friend,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Where the Rails Forgot to Run
Once, a train passed through here. Its whistle cut the silence of the woods, and iron rails carved certainty into earth’s wild skin.
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Moments in between
Waterdrops are about to explode because there was not enough sensitivity in between them but in these silent moment there is a space a space with an unknown touch a completely new world to be discovered and cherished in between these moments there is a silence that goes deep so that the paradise can be asleep and not asleep and there is a beauty in it even if not shared even if not connected to anyone else it walks lonely and it thinks its a life the best one to be in and it happend to be one of the best rest and pause in between all around that somehow doesnt get that much importance and attention
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
If We Let Ourselves
You look great in yellow, And you always smell amazing. It’s not fair how much you make me feel. All at once, each emotion tangled with the next.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaroabout a year ago in Poets
The Language of Scars. Content Warning.
My scar tissue speaks in bated breaths like a whisper caught in the back of your throat. A voice crack lets their crimson language
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
This Writer's Process
It's here, the urge to compose something that is mine, that feels like mine. But how can I be sure any of my thoughts have a strain—
By Hannah E. Aaronabout a year ago in Poets
Vagari
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets