Stream of Consciousness

June
Eternally nocturnal Diving through wormhole after wormhole Fragile fraternal bonds Of an era long gone I’d rather stay low
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A Cup Full of Yesterday
The chipped rim whispers of mornings gone by, Of steam curling upwards like ghosts in the sky. The glaze, once bright, now softened with years,
By Just One of Those Thingsabout a year ago in Poets
My Last Story. Content Warning.
I write these words and hope they hold value once I'm gone. First and foremost, I want to state that my no longer being with you all has nothing to do with all of the beautiful lives you all showed me. The memories are what guide me through this dark tunnel. Because I do not shed tears as I write this, I am in no pain. But in fact, this is the most clear-minded I have been in as long as I can remember.
By Monica Carneiroabout a year ago in Poets
A Hurt That Heals. Content Warning.
Fuck this I'm angry. I'm not heartbroken. I'm not lost. I'm not depressed. I'm angry. Angry at this world, at how broken it truly is.
By Monica Carneiroabout a year ago in Poets
Night Storms
Distant thunder rumbles Lightning flashes across the dark sky As the cool night air settles Like a blanket over the stillness
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
In Silence. Content Warning.
In silence it eats away at my soul. The emptiness and fear. I struggle to keep control. My heart longs to have you here.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Poets
Poof! I'm Outta There!
Poof! I'm Outta There! When I disappear and it's time for me to go I'll give it lots of thought, 'cause I won't be back no mo'
By Justiss Goodeabout a year ago in Poets
On Father's Day
Another Father’s Day is here. People will celebrate, facilitate their fathers. I can't cheer, lost mine two years before.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Time Does Not Always Heal
Five Years Ago... You Passed Away, Brother. The Night before I was Holding Your Hand and Thinking about when we were Younger...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Until... Or Worse.... Content Warning.
I've been given desires, but for what? To be teased by my own wants?... judged by my own wishes, and tortured, by my own thoughts?...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Purpose
About this poem Every person has heard one time or another that we have a purpose here on earth. For people of faith, we often believe and we agree. The parts we fail to say out loud are the questions we try to answer each and every day. What truly is my purpose?
By Yasabout a year ago in Poets
Close Your Mouth When You Chew
would you really want to know the truth about the words I never speak the things I’ve never told a soul the me that no one’s ever seen
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets