Stream of Consciousness

When I Die
When I die, Carry me to the brink of a pond And lay my body under a Weeping Willow. Gouge a hole into the earth And wrap English Ivy around my limbs.
By Kristinaabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Musings
How long have I been lying here? I’m not awake, am I? I feel like last time I asked I spat out a handful of teeth and woke up screaming
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Don't touch me.
I see you All in my face Get away Just let me breathe Please, I understand you love me This is just suffocating I need time to be me
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
Give Me a Reason
I've been tryna keep my peace But lowkey I want a reason To stop controlling Cause I can feel it boiling It takes a lot of strength
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
Dreamland
Moon in PiscesDreamland Astral drifting You on my mind Neptune is retro Pressing rewind Stopping and starting Thoughts on repeat
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
POEM - Born Of Earth And Light
I was born of earth and light, Where soil and sun in secret write The name of all who walk the land, Molded by dust, shaped by hand.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Draw the Line
Our mind is a battlefield. There are skirmishes taking place right now, at this very moment, in the form of guilt, shame, depression,and temptation. The enemy is expert level in corrupting our innermost being ,maybe because he's been doing it for so long or maybe it's because he knows he can exploit our free will.There is nothing sacred to him, whether it's in a church or a soul. His goal is to lure you away from God and he will do whatever it takes.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Isaiah in the Dark
Go back and gather the fireflies to light your way forward— to run through past moments where wishes and dreams bond in clusters and the sun falls backward in time.
By Pamela Williamsabout a year ago in Poets
embrace
Parts One, Two, Three, and Four *** entanglement --our breaths waltzing in the inches between us time crawls like my eyes
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
Splash
I’m rinsing a cup, thinking about nothing, really, just the splash of water the water against the sink— when he’s there.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
acceptance
Parts One, Two, and Three *** we are soulmates (of the i want everything with only you kind) and every time my eyes meet yours
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
I Forgot Already
I’m halfway up the stairs and completely blank. I know I came up here for… something. I pause dramatically, like that will jog my memory.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets