Stream of Consciousness
Just Keep Your Chin Up
I'll bottle your tears and remind you who you are, victory is ours. + + + “For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.”
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Blue Chair at the Edge (2019)
This is a prose with characters and script. The idea arrived in my brain after feeling blue yesterdays of then and now from 2019 to 2025. It's about a broken relationship with a family member and the day I shot the photo of the lone blue chair looking out across the ocean from a cliff in Palos Verdes, California in 2019.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Sound of Silence
In corners dim where voices fade, A child sits lost in thoughts unsaid. No tears are shed, no angry cries, Just silence speaking through his eyes. The world walks by, too fast, too loud, To see the boy beneath the shroud— Of loneliness wrapped ‘round his frame, A soul untouched, without a name. His suitcase old, his clothes worn thin, Yet deeper wounds lie deep within. He speaks in stillness, breathes in pain, His silence falls like autumn rain. But silence isn’t empty sound, It echoes where true hearts are found. A whisper felt, not always heard, A plea that's louder than a word. So listen close when none have spoken, Their quiet hearts may just be broken. For silence too can bleed and burn— It seeks a soul who'll truly learn. Not every cry comes with a scream, Some pain just lives inside a dream. ---
By The Pen of Farooq about a year ago in Poets
