Stream of Consciousness

Flareup
It's not the calls from school therapists and teachers, SOS texts in the middle of a work meeting "I'm not doing well, pick me up!"
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
My Day at the Beach
Thank you for coming out here today You’re probably wondering why I called you Although, I don’t know what you want me to say
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
other side of the world
Last night, I lay in bed— so tired from the thoughts in my head I closed my eyes, and let myself rest. I saw us— your eyes meeting mine,
By Glydsabout a year ago in Poets
A Senescent Leaf
A simple senescent leaf, fallen on the ground. But I noticed, it inspired. It was rich in chlorophylls, harvested sunshine,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Gift Box Has Puzzle Pieces
Our days on this earth are finite — we have to say goodbye. So, each day is precious, an unique gift, a surprise box, full of puzzle pieces.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
A love letter to everything I have survived
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Loud In My Body
It screams It's loud Out of control Shakes my body up It changes to new heights With many lows Water flows Or sometimes I hold
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Peter Pan Buys a Porsche
He called it his own renaissance - not a crisis - as if flinging 1990s cologne on a midlife bonfire was anything but arson.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
ten things
they said, ten things you appreciate about yourself and now I'm stuck not from some deep-seated self-hatred but more in the same way that you might struggle when somebody instructs you to "say something" I am sure when Bill himself got a new pen, he sat there mind blank and eventually wrote "hello" * or my name is... + there must be things I like about me I mean pretty much all of me is okay just okay + a decade ago this would have been easy I'm caring, loyal, patient, punctual I make a mean lasagne but now, do I care enough? am I loyal enough? you get the picture
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Poets
Breathwood
step s o f t it listens, even when your mouth is a locked garden of silence. b r e a t h e not like cities teach you
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
The Lantern Beneath the Leaves
The Lantern Beneath the Leaves* Whispers from the Root of the World Beneath the arch of time's old bough, Where moonlight sings through furrowed brow,
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Poets
Consecrated Chaos
I’m a juicy contradiction: dripping with truth and absurdity, bursting at the seams, and spilling over the edges of sanity
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets