Stream of Consciousness

In Two Places at Once (An Illusion)
I'm not here, I'm elsewhere, where shadows of past despair linger, haunting me throughout the year. Dazzling glare soaks this place.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Wake Me From This Nightmare
Reality: the playground of a morbidly overzealous imagination. Dark art at its (not so) finest. Plot twist. Chaos. Confusion.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Scroll
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A Stranger in Your Memory
I believed that when I closed my eyes, the world would still remember me whole, that familiar voices would call my true name at dawn.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Out of the Mold, Inside Your Soul
Never be afraid to be who you are. You didn’t come to this world to fit in— but to resonate. You arrived with a purpose,
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Where the Light Doesn’t Reach
I sat in your room today. Dust danced in a beam of sun, But you weren’t there to scold it Like you used to— “Always open the window,” you’d say,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: Trials of Time. Content Warning.
I've survived this long in a story that's still being written‐ but still... I'm tempted to simply close the book, since I can't just skip to the end.
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Who Do You Say . Top Story - July 2025.
“When Jesus came into the region of Caesarea Philippi, He asked His disciples, saying, “Who do men say that I, the Son of Man, am?” So they said, “Some say John the Baptist, some Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.” He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” Simon Peter answered and said, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God." Matthew‬ ‭16‬:‭13‬-‭16‬ ‭NKJV
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Politics Ayyye
Politics sics ignorance romance takes a hit all the shit lifelong learning I am yearning for education for all, not just graduation
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Gross. Content Warning.
You're pathetic Look at you Pathetic Fucking disgusting Don't look into that mirror I don't wanna see you Keep looking down into the sink
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
The Freedom That Only Summer Can Bring
Twenty-three years without a really good kiss. The kind that sounds like the electric guitar and feels like fireworks. I have not had a palm against my waist
By Katerina Petrouabout a year ago in Poets
Ellie May Was Never Here
You knock where no door should be, the porch sagging like a breath held too long. That gate—red as blood or barnwood after rain— moans Ellie’s name,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets