Stream of Consciousness

“She Doesn’t Just Raise Children—She Raises the Bar”. AI-Generated.
She mothers like it’s protest. Like every packed lunch and sleepless night is a form of resistance in a world that calls caregiving weakness.
By Elena Vale2 years ago in Poets
“I Want to Love Without Disappearing”. AI-Generated.
I want to love without softening my voice so you can hear yourself louder. I want to be chosen without auditioning. I want love that doesn’t ask me
By Elena Vale2 years ago in Poets
“Let Rest Be Revolutionary”. AI-Generated.
She laid down. And the world called it laziness. But her body called it return. Her bones whispered, We were not made
By Elena Vale2 years ago in Poets
“She Holds My Rage Like Ritual”. AI-Generated.
She doesn’t flinch when I unravel. Doesn’t offer “calm down” or “look on the bright side.” She offers a match. “Let’s set fire to what hurts you,”
By Elena Vale2 years ago in Poets
What Became of the Dream
I had a dream, but it quickly faded. I wonder how I got here. The road ahead feels dimly shaded, Lit only by a flicker of fear. I wonder how I got here With calloused feet and stories untold. Lit only by a flicker of fear, My youth now traded in for gold. With calloused feet and stories untold, I trace the cracks in the mirror’s glaze. My youth now traded in for gold Lost in the soft collapse of days. I trace the cracks in the mirror’s glaze, The road ahead feels dimly shaded. Lost in the soft collapse of days, I had a dream, but it quickly faded.
By Carolina Borges2 years ago in Poets
“She Taught Me With Her Hands”. AI-Generated.
She didn’t call it feminism. She called it survival. Said it while folding clothes, while stirring the pot of rice and worry.
By Elena Vale2 years ago in Poets
This Body Is Not an Apology. AI-Generated.
This body, soft like the lull before a storm, has stood trial in rooms where silence was the judge and shame the jury. It has been weighed like meat.
By Elena Vale2 years ago in Poets
As I See Premature Deaths
A neighbor woman I knew — who was younger than me died of aggressive cancer a few months ago. She left behind two small kids,
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Stoicism in Daily Life
Stoicism is a life philosophy worth our attention. It’s about accepting what's beyond our control, without complaints, without being an emotional wreck.
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
Safe With Me
You’re safe with me, be you, be free. Look me in the eyes with your pale face, your petals are as luxurious lace. The humble dust on my shoes,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Comfort in the Dark
Night came. Shadows crawled from corners. Shades of blue wrapped rooms in gossamer curtains of navy blue. She braced. This is when the skeletons would dance
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
ART IS LIFE & A GIFT. Content Warning.
I wrote this earlier in 2025. Today I decided to create a video that I had in my brain. I am studying the new formats of AI. I use AI as a tool. Really getting bored with peeps who do not even want to learn the first concept of using AI as a tool. They go through pages of their colleague’s material and discard the material as they assume was created by AI. However, I used one of my poems I wrote in 1967. The result was it was 100% AI. In 1967 there was no AI, no computers, no cell phones, and no digital. So, peepers’ creepers of paranoia over AI research, write the author, ask them if they used AI to write. That is courteous to your colleague. I am 75 with degrees in nursing, business, and journalism. I studied real journalism not FOX yellow journalism. WE NEED TO BE KIND, SEARCH FOR TRUTH, RESEARCH BEFORE ACCUSATIONS TOWARDS YOUR COLLEAGUES.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets