Stream of Consciousness

Thunderstorm
I poured into rivers the ink from my veins where it bubbled from hot springs too wild to tame But it couldn't hold it all
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Selfspiration
Are you as conflicted about this life as I am Are some days wonderful...beautiful Your heart bursting with joy While on other days...you regret waking up
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
"THIS IS MY JAM"
I WRITE MY OWN WORDS, ARTICLES, STORIES WITH MY BRAIN NOT AI. I wrote this on a whim' yesterday as part of a homework assignment for my therapy sessions. I WRITE ALL WORDS. I purposefully created a non Websters Dictionary slang expressions. This is CREATED AS A FUN JAM! I used Suno AI for creating my music to the song. I have over 20 years of musical training. I do not throw music out there. I spend hours editing my songs, music, & videos. I use stock footage & write my own prompts for my stories, songs, & articles. I downloaded the footage that I pay to use. I edit my editing in my art studio on my PC. I WRITE MY OWN STORIES. NOT AI. I FIND MYSELF AT 75, DEFENDING MY ART, MUSIC, ARTICLES, STORIES, AND MY INTEGRITY HAS BEEN AS TO SOME PEOPLE THINK I JUST THROW IT OUT THERE. I USED TO BE INVOLVED WITH MULTI-MEDIA PRODUCTION. WE ALSO USED STOCK FOOTAGE. I DO NOT HAVE A CAR TO DRIVE ALL OVER LA LIKE I USED TO BACK IN THE DAY. I ENJOY USING AI FOR MY ART PRODUCTION. I WRITE MY OWN STUFF! I STUDIED NURSING, BUSINESS, JOURNALISM, ART, COMPUTERS, AND ATTENDED COLLEGE UNTIL I WAS 52.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Starry night
In the grasp of the angels I thought I saw my fishing nets grow wings. Once they squirmed free though, they just plummeted.
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets
A Kind of Solace
And when I went out, In search for absolute peace, Death graced me, With its quiet presence.
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
Of Godafoss and Longing
as the light gets brighter, I delight (clearest blue skies, free from smog, electric and telecommunication masts, a dreamlike vision of what could have been, a different reality, an alternative illusion of grandeur)
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
What Am I Doing? Episode 1
On the surface level, am doing nothing, Honestly, if am being objective, No job, being a college drop-out, no major milestone,
By VIXI2 years ago in Poets
Keep Quiet
Shut up. Are you buying a house? Shut up. Are you buying a new car? Shut up. Are you getting married? Shut up.. Did you get a promotion?
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Lonely. Top Story - April 2025.
Work. Thats what men are meant to do, right? So I guess that’s what I should do today. * Head down, aimless, subordination.
By Jumbo Slice 2 years ago in Poets
Introspection From Looking Outward
Sometimes, I sit. And I think. My thoughts are dominated By things that startle and unsettle me. How have we arrived here?
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
"THE THERAPY OF THE ROSE"
This is the therapy of the rose. We are not promised roses without thorns. In this year of 2025 we cry, we smile, but all the while we are faced with storms in America as we cry & smile. Smell the rose, spread petals of the scent of the rose to everyone across the globe.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
In The Ground
When I’m six feet in the ground and all the little bugs dig through to my brain they will have a taste of you they will get visions of you
By Isabella Walker2 years ago in Poets