Stream of Consciousness

Transcorporeal
Electric rocks hallucinating in vain To further the destruction of the primate brain The veils of reality being burned To turn the world into a paradise of false profits
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Why Do You
Some people, all they know how to do is complain because of the lack of interaction. Instead, they act like others should read what they spent thirty minutes spinning out.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Living
The mournings are the hardest times, Seeping with the rise of blues, Strunk with the bird songs on wires. The stinging dead eyes cower,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
Never Empty.
One of my favorite things to watch is videos of people exploring abandoned places. It's something I've always enjoyed and something I'd love to do myself. As I sat watching a few today, I started getting some thoughts, and I wanted to write them down before I forgot them all. I hope I’m able to get the main points of my thoughts across in a way that makes sense.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Too Late For Time To Heal
Time— A concept I've become blind to... without any attention left to pay out, I simply wait for the clock to run out‐ What can be done?...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Blind Ear. Content Warning.
I know that speaking the terrifying words of sickly truth about a past too ugly and damaging to remember paints a dripping red letter on my back. I’ve had to look into the eyes of smiling faces, watching them turn to empty stares; never smiling at me the same way again. I’ve had to wave smiling as the backs of people I called friends disappear into the blurry summer night, never to be seen or spoken of again. As if knowing is the same thing as having to have fucking lived it.
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Milestones
Stones standing vigil Witness one destination Not lush adventures I’ve always been fond of the quest tale; enthralled with the idea that simply going to look for the Holy Grail was worthwhile even if you didn’t find it. Milestones are important measures–Hell, I have an entire business plan built out with month over month metrics I need to aim for in this writing endeavor, but it’s important to remember that, while they’re undeniably important, milestones often end up as dull bits of stone along the much wider road. Let them be your guides, not your destinations. The list of places to go in life always ends at six feet under. Take a second and enjoy the spaces in between.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
A Moment's Pause
A Foot upon the Air A notion half begun The world a canvas everywhere Beneath a quiet sun No path no thoroughfare To mark where I have been
By Tim Carmichaelabout a year ago in Poets
Amor Fati
I was out on a walk saw some plants blooming, some plants shedding leaves. I thought of humans, when one person is savoring spring,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Residual Dreaming. Top Story - June 2025.
The daylight hours misleading in smiles and laughter, Tall walks and hot showers, Crystallised sunsets and falling rain, Varnished toenails and fragrant flowers.
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Poets
Mirror Reflections
Moon in Cancer Mirror Reflections >>It would always come down to this moment. Telepathic connection One look in your eyes
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
Love Letter to the Unseen
June 24: The Atlas of Invisible Geography - Document the work of someone who can see and map emotional terrain. Include detailed cartographic symbols for different feelings. Use traditional map-making terminology. Consider how emotional landscapes shift over time. End with discovering an uncharted emotional territory. - Daily Poetry Writing Prompts 2025
By Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago in Poets