Stream of Consciousness

I cannot enter the big world
I cannot enter the big world Yet Because they will not let me through the gates or Onto the escalators. They're reminded of the bones of my elbows and the
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
23. Content Warning.
Between all the calm, chaos happened. In all the luxuries, choice happened. Growing up was easy — But between all the desires, we became busy.
By Moonchild Writesabout a year ago in Poets
i used to hate red until you. Content Warning.
i hate the color red because red means power an enemy’s crimson a bloody fist a maroon slit red is violence red is anger
By shaynaabout a year ago in Poets
We are the Heartbeat of LA. Content Warning.
I wrote this as I was watching the chaos on YouTube that is still happening in LA. I love LA. Copilot We Are the Heartbeat in LA
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Power In Numbers
The human race hurts my heart I think about this quite often really I'll probably never stop this belief until my spirit leaves my body in a coffin Yes we have made amazing discoveries and have evolved far beyond belief But that evolution is part of our failure We've become to advanced for our own good Animals were here long before we arrived They lived off the earth, but earth survived The food chain was still a normal part of life senseless violence and cruelty not included They follow their nature, it's kill or die yet as civilized as of a species we claim We choose conquer and control and let's make the deadliest weapon Fake green paper is the one true god but most people don't want to admit it Power and popularity overrule compassion Turning a blind eye and likes are the new fad We ignore things like mass murders the addiction and homeless epidemics And act like human trafficking doesn't exist and someone else will make needed change We are unwilling to speak up about corruption keeping our safe lifestyle is more important So we stay in our little boxes and hide as we slowly kill the planet without care Sure some people speak up against wrongs and groups gather and protest their feelings But not enough to truly make a change And because of that nothing will change I wonder what our breaking point will be when we finally stop pretending that the state of the world is in crisis and we actively all work to make it right I fear it will be far to late by that point too much damage and destruction wrought To long complacency layed in the shadow And we will not leave the world better off One voice can speak great power but the collective voice can't be ignored I just wish the greed and selfishness of human nature didn't outweigh the good Nothing will change unless we change it, shout out to the brave souls who do speak up.
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
The Timeless Glow Within
The mirror reflects what time will fade, A fleeting beauty, a masquerade. Soft skin, bright eyes, and hair that gleams, Are but whispers of temporary dreams. The world may praise the outward grace, A flawless smile, a perfect face. Yet beneath the surface, truth takes hold, For outer beauty grows weary and old. The glow of youth, it dims with years, Washed away by life’s trials and tears. But what endures, what truly shines, Is the beauty within, untouched by time. A kind word spoken, a gentle hand, A heart that loves and understands. These are treasures no age can steal, The essence of beauty that’s deeply real. For character blooms where looks decay, A radiant soul won’t fade away. Compassion’s light and empathy’s art, Are the truest reflections of a beautiful heart. Wrinkles may gather, and hair may turn gray, Yet kindness grows stronger with each passing day. Wisdom deepens, a soul refined, By love and courage, a heart aligned. So chase not the fleeting, the brittle, the vain, For superficial beauty is a transient gain. Instead, nurture the spirit, the love, the grace, The qualities time cannot erase. When the world looks beyond what eyes can see, It finds a beauty that’s wild and free. A soul unbroken, a heart that’s pure, Is the kind of beauty that will endure. Remember this truth as days go by, Outer beauty is a fleeting sky. But the inner glow, steadfast and bright, Is an everlasting, guiding light. Let your beauty be more than skin-deep, A treasure your soul can forever keep. For time may wither the body’s frame, But inner beauty will always remain.
By Aysha Akhter about a year ago in Poets
Is It The Thought That Really Counts
I feel like the landlord Who’s left paying the rent I could fill up some billboards With things I've left unsaid I cook, do the laundry
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Nature Medicine
Back in those days, I was very lonely— an immigrant life, no job, no kids to get busy with. After my spouse went to work,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Emotionless Survival
Cold on the outside but warm on the inside Emotionless are the most emotional Emotions are kept inside Put others feelings before their own
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
mapping the obstacular
like an ant around the rind not in search of sweetness, supposedly averse to digression - while the spider weaves daily, zig-zagging
By Erin Latham Sheaabout a year ago in Poets
Seventeen Syllables
Why I love Haiku... The challenge of telling a story in three lines. ❤️💚 No rambling allowed Paint a syllable picture
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
The Silence Beneath Her Smile
In the heart of a quiet little town, Lived a girl who never wore a frown. Her eyes sparkled like summer skies, But no one knew they masked her cries. Her name was Alina. A name the town adored. To her classmates, she was sunshine— Always the first to cheer others forward. She danced through hallways with grace, Left laughter in every place. But each smile she gave was borrowed light, Stolen from stars she lost at night. At home, the walls whispered pain, A father drunk, a mother drained. No warmth in hugs, no gentle care, Just silence thick and heavy air. She wrote in journals she hid away, Telling pages what she couldn’t say. A world inside where she could scream, Where ink became her fragile dream. > “Why does no one see the ache? The mask I wear begins to break. I’m drowning in a sea so wide, Yet everyone says, ‘You’re glowing inside!’” In school, she helped others shine, Their broken parts she’d intertwine. She carried their burdens on her back, While her soul quietly cracked. “Alina, you're so strong,” they’d say. “You’re the reason I get through each day.” She’d nod and beam that perfect smile, And walk away, breaking inside all the while. > “They see me as a light to follow, But inside I am empty, hollow. My voice is fading with each breath, I carry the weight of quiet death.” One winter’s evening, the stars stood still, As though the sky had sensed a chill. Alina’s room was neat, bed made tight, A candle burned soft, a final light. On her desk lay a single page— A whisper from a silent cage: > “To those I loved but could not show, I wanted you to truly know— Behind the joy I gave away, My heart was slowly swept away. I smiled so you wouldn’t see, The storms that lived inside of me. I helped you fly, though I had no wings, I gave you songs, while breaking strings. If only one had asked me twice, Looked beyond my practiced ice— Perhaps a hand, a touch, a word, Could’ve caught the pain unheard. But it’s okay—don’t cry for me, I’m finally where my soul is free.” They found her there, a faded flame, Too late to whisper back her name. The town fell still, their joy undone, For the girl who smiled at everyone. The school planted a tree in her name, But the wind never spoke the same. And though seasons come and flowers bloom, Her absence echoes through every room. Now in that town when someone smiles, They pause and look a little while. For they’ve learned from Alina’s fall— Even those who laugh may have it all… …except the strength to make one call.
By TrueVocalabout a year ago in Poets