Stream of Consciousness

Mothers, Take care
You must have heard: "God is one, but He can't be everywhere — so He made mothers." Mothers — the saviors, of the vulnerable kids,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
My Social Media Performance
I write across platforms. Not all give recognition, to my words and opinions. not in verbal appreciation, nor in monetary remuneration.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Unvanished
I met her in the soft lavender twilight her dark auburn hair woven into ringlets braided by salt air fingers. Her smile was as warm
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Vocal Silent Woe😷
Vocals Silent Woe Vocal Media, once a lively stage, Now drags along at a painfully slow gauge, Two days have passed, and the sparks gone gray,
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Poets
Tea
The delicate floral - tiny blushing buds and spearmint leaves, wrapped around the edge of it like lace from a vintage gown
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
1.3 Breath Before Flight
I cradle a dream but tremble at its weight— still learning to voice its wings. My grades gleam bright, but glow without warmth.
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
1.2 Watching, Waiting
They rise like dawn— peers ascendant, junior aloft— and here i stand, still as a shadow, wishing i were light. They hail my mind's flame—
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
1.1 Tethered Dreams
I want to conquer the skies— but earth's petals root me still. I yearn for heights beyond the crowd, but my inner sloth murmurs, "Not now."
By Anu's Quillabout a year ago in Poets
Symphony of Death
Death: Is it a curse or a blessing? The answer remains elusive, shrouded in the complexities of human experience. It is not a mere philosophical quandary but a reflection of one's journey through life. For those who have faced relentless struggles, death may seem like a quiet reprieve—a blessing in disguise, offering liberation from the unending torment of existence. As the saying goes, “Death is not scary… Waiting for it is, and what comes after.” Indeed, the path leading to death and the unknown that lies beyond are what truly terrify us. The anticipation, the fear of judgment, the uncertainty of heaven, hell, or nothingness—these are the real burdens.
By Lux In Tenebrisabout a year ago in Poets
Validation ≠ Respect ≠ Love
Many times we think to ourselves that these three words coexist with one another: “validation”, “respect” and “love”, but in truth they really do not. Remember when Chancellor Palpatine from Star Wars took an interest in the rumoured “Chosen One” who was Anakin Skywalker? Palpatine always validated Anakin to be powerful but never truly respected him as a human being. Anakin was always seen as a weapon of destruction and chaos, not an apprentice or child. However, he failed to realise it until it was too late.
By Lux In Tenebrisabout a year ago in Poets
Banish Artificial Scents
How can we call ourselves Homo sapiens, or adults, if we can’t even decode, what our body is desperately, trying to convey?
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
THE OTHER SIDE
My coffee tastes bestwhen blackest the hue is his gaze feels warmwhen dilated the pupil is monsoon feels blue whendarkest the cloud is I Like my coffee black the bitter the better I like my problems rawthe bitter the better I love it when things go wronga hinge of thrill fills my eyesthe eyes widenwhen broken is the iceI love the messy room where the footprints of bipolar liesI love the days when no moon stars flyI love the half burnt notes covered in dust ink I love when there is hope at just the brinkI love the way I live with a sprinkle of ash pink in it.
By ishitaaaabout a year ago in Poets