Stream of Consciousness

The Things That Watch Us
The dark arrives. It comes swiftly and quietly, blanketing all. She is sleeping. There is peace, and there is quiet. The moon peeks out from behind the curtain-covered window, just enough to cast wisps of light on the dresser and the closet door.
By Kat. S3 months ago in Poets
If we are oil and water…
If we are oil and water, which one of us is the oil, and who is the water? If I was the oil, then I could make a stain,
By Rowan Finley 3 months ago in Poets
What About Dogress?
When that which is wrought is from darkness And the spaces between the words spoken Are at times are less and few less and few
By Paul Stewart3 months ago in Poets
Who's There?. Content Warning.
😧😧😧 Closing time is such a bore. I hate staying late, cleaning up the mall's liquor store. Somebody has to do it, I chant inside my head.
By Rain Dayze3 months ago in Poets
Eyes on the Prize
The train rumbles to a halt And the passengers all bolt Out the doors on the right And disgorge into the night. And I’m in that babbling crowd
By Jenifer Nim3 months ago in Poets
I'm Fine
I’m fine. My head is clouded. A thick fog is blinding my line of sight while life is passing me by. Living on autopilot,
By Andre The First3 months ago in Poets
Like a Fart in a Bottle – Well, Well, Well!
[A/n: Sometimes you just have to get it out! I was sitting at home today admiring the view of the ocean when this paraglider came floating. He hadn't done anything wrong, but for some reason, he really pissed me off! He just kept going back and forth, dangerously close to the power line.
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
:DIFFERENT:
Just a room where I’ve turned the volume down so I can hear myself think. At a distance, a locked door: arms crossed, eyes somewhere else, mouth shut. I threw the key.
By ROMEO3 months ago in Poets
No, Don’t turn around now
You hear it now, don’t you? That scraping sound beneath the anthem,  that crack beneath the stars and stripes,  the hiss of something hungry  slipping through the seams of a nation that once swore never again.
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
The Necromancer's Downfall The Bone Army ~ Part Three
~~ Part One ~~ MC ~~ Part Two ~~ Kelli ~~ Part Three ~~ MC 🔽🔽 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With the stroke of midnight Under the full moon’s light
By Mother Combs3 months ago in Poets
Home is
I can tell you what a home is not: -- A home is not the physical structure where walls hold the weight, and the roof keeps rain off
By Chel Writes3 months ago in Poets
In The Waiting Room
I’ve waited for you longer than I ever should. you fisted hands in my hair, so you know I will return on bruised knees that
By caitodoesstuff3 months ago in Poets