Stream of Consciousness

Sea Of Time.
Time moves in waves, just like the tide… one moment crashing against the shore, the next pulled back into the deep. * I can feel it in my bones—
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Wish In A Bottle.
To the tide, to the wind, to the hands that might find me— I place this letter inside a bottle, a wish folded in ink. It is the twenty-fifth of February, twenty twenty-five,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Count The Sheep
🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑 Hey now, little Miss Here are sheep for you to count So you fall asleep. 🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑🐑 This guy fell asleep
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Ok students, repeat after me. Todays Vocal topic... History is for the History community, Poetry is for the Poet's community...Journal is for...you get the drift.
My mind grates, my teeth clench and I so wanna scream What the Heck and Hell and Holy Moly is going on I don't wanna use the really ugly words here
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
To My Apartment
To my own apartment, I cannot wait to experience the abundant privacy and the luxury of having my own place for solitary peace
By Guillermo2 years ago in Poets
Read only or enable editing?
Most of the time, when I sit down to start a new story, a question nags at me: Who am I in my own life story? Am I the main character? A supporting role? The comic relief? Where do I stand?
By Ivy Brownie2 years ago in Poets
Sage
Allow it to cleanse Your mind, body and Soul But see a lot of us don’t want to Let Go We would rather have that pain seethe
By Lady Psyren2 years ago in Poets
Venomous
Your love’s toxic, a Beautifully disguised trap Hidden in plain sight 🌹 Your heart is full of A cruel life-threatening bile
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Written in Gas Station Bathrooms
Who were you? Why were you here? Were you just passing through or is this your home town? Did you scrawl your name here
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Rebels
You are not the heroes this world craves but the warriors she needs You paved paths of gold over uncharted waste lands you built new doors
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
A Miss Text
Dang I miss his text A big regret But I was down for two business days When its that time of the month my body doesn't give me any leadway
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
peewees aren't baby magpies
And again I say it The things I know. Don't think you can understand through the frosted pathways. The iced-over lakeside is simply opaque;
By Ruby Red2 years ago in Poets