Stream of Consciousness

The Oldest Whisper
Trust your intuition. It is the oldest whisper of your soul— the golden thread that ties you to your truth. When something feels like madness,
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The World Is Deaf
I used to be just another ordinary person. Well… not that ordinary, to be honest. I lived and vibrated well. And because of that, my life was peaceful and calm.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Gift We Forget
The reason you feel anxious is because your mind is running toward a future that hasn’t arrived yet. The reason you overthink everything
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Blooming Hurts First
When you feel lost, when you think you’ve hit rock bottom, don’t run away or hide. You’re not broken— you’re just beginning to grow.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Route of Wisdom
This poem was born from the hope that everything is written beforehand, and that all the good and the bad happen for a reason.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Beauty of Not Fitting In
The fear of failing — is really just the fear that your true self won’t be enough. But here’s the truth: Your soul is always enough.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Joy of Awakening
There is no act more underrated, yet more powerful, than opening your eyes in the morning. In that first breath lives the miracle.
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Before You Came Here
This life — no matter how difficult it may seem — you chose it, wisely, before you came here. It wasn’t a mistake. It was the brave decision of your soul
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
The Doors of Your Soul
When you feel everything’s fading and nothing turns out the way you hoped, don’t believe the doors have closed on you,
By Liora Vogel about a year ago in Poets
Quoting the Chaos
Moon in LibraCourt is now in session Tipping the scales Finding gods favor Writing with style Adding some flavor Sugar and spice
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
Find Myself
It take only 10 seconds for me to lose myself Within 10 seconds of texting a guy My heart flies away My mind can only think of one thing
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
WE ARE NOT ANTS. Content Warning.
This was written today out of my despair that millions of vulnerable populations are on the brink of losing everything because of bullies in the Whitehouse and the ultra-wealthy will have it all as they steal from the coffers of the poor to feed the one percent billionaire bullies of crime, corruption, psychopaths, narcissists, racists, and who laugh at the poor, dying, and their bizarre hatred of us to squash us like ants. I had to write this.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets