Stream of Consciousness

Finding My Seat At The Table
The most brutal moments of early sobriety were the unyielding voids where life seemed to slip in and out of. I often sat in complete silence gazing up at a group of strangers who's stories sounded similar to mine yet so different
By Matthew Mccaheyabout a year ago in Poets
The Proper Way of Goodbye
The proper way to disappear requires a simple skill The goal is never about leaving no trace, its about leaving memories, objects or sentimental things behind
By Matthew Mccaheyabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Spark of Childhood
Fireflies flickering in the summer evening just before 4th of July The sun setting late in the day with that warm orange glow before the stars shine
By Matthew Mccaheyabout a year ago in Poets
Rumbling Through My Thoughts
So many rules cosplaying exceptions So many broken hearts mascarading as healed So many naive acting like gurus So many fearful playing fearless Oh to be lost and found by lost souls that pretend to be found It's like being loved by someone on their last straw, they'll be your last straw Try try try again, not with my heart...I beg Try Try try again, not with my mind...I plead Try try try again, by yourself this time By myself this time Echoes of righteousness, I wish were mine Humming of abundance, I hear from afar. Don't mind me, I'm just rumbling through my thoughts Rumbling through you Hoping to stumble upon the answers
By Ropafadzo Thokozani Zinyuke (Fadzo) about a year ago in Poets
This isn't Salem
Moon in GeminiThis isn’t Salem “It’s raining, it’s pouring,I promise this won’t be boring” >> And so it begins… Storm is now brewing
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
the way i climbed
I was handed the map folded wrong, Told to run before I knew how to fall, Shoes too tight, dreams stitched uneven. No one warned me the stairs would wobble—
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of My Tongue
there’s a storm that lives right behind my teeth not loud, not always but it waits i try to hush it with tea and silence with books and breathing but it don’t always listen
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Behind My Teeth
These days, of late, I talk to myself with thoughts, here, in my mind Contained in mental prison cells self imposed and self entwined
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Halfway to Somewhere
I forgot why I came outside— but the breeze feels like enough. I walk because I started to, because sitting felt like too much
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Peace
In lucid memories I find still moments that sparkle with wonder and life as if they still breathe the same air my youthful innocence once did.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Two at a time
Moon in GeminiTwo at a time Eye of the Storm Dusk until dawn Snapshot in time Moving the Pawns 7 of spades Strategic as ice
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)about a year ago in Poets
You want it Darker...Glitch.... Runner-Up in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge. Top Story - June 2025.
In shades of thoughts which I find an inconvenience I make soliloquies to my asides, lost in the pondering... the grappling
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets