Stream of Consciousness

𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟
The sun has risen golden gossamer beams shower down on a dew-kissed earth the tiny droplets sparkle and as she catches them
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
Cold and Sore throat
Suffering from a summer cold. Who out there gets colds during the summer. Me that's who. I can go a whole winter and hardly a sneeze, but as soon as that stuff called 'humidity' hits BINGO a summer cold. Pardon the image for I am that not bad off.
By Mark Graham4 months ago in Poets
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 tʰᵉ 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝓔𝓷𝓿𝔂
if i could, i'd take your heart into my hands, not to KEEP it, but to WALK it through the loudest streets of this world
By Komal4 months ago in Poets
We Are All Time Travelers . Top Story - June 2026.
We are all time travelers From the very second we're born Our vessel - planet Earth As each second ticks, as each minute passes
By Jasmine Aguilar4 months ago in Poets
A trillion dollars for an empty heart . Content Warning.
You’re gone from this world And he just became a trillionaire Billions of billions and it means nothing You’re not here It’s not right
By vibrant ghost4 months ago in Poets
The Man.
STRONG IS STRONG? ENOUGH FOR MAN COULD IT BE? His house whose lights work in every room but one. From the street he looks lived‑in, tidy, curtains trained to fall just so. The lawn clipped down to regulation silence.
By ROMEO4 months ago in Poets
The Bathroom Collage (or The Day My Bathroom Spoke to Me)
A brief history of Straight Dope lights a fabulous decade in the attic. We become voyagers in Time through Geography and Fairy Tales
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
Silent Cry
I'm fine when I wear the mask of confidence. But when that mask slips, the pain is uncorked and pours out like rotten juice.
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
To Don't
Sleeping is like an addiction to me. Mostly because there's never any dreams. It's essentially non-participation in life,
By Lolly Vieira4 months ago in Poets
Silence Is Violence: A Family Reflection
Their food is a perfectly constructed lie Consumed all day long, every day of the year They thrive on fabrication But they are not writers; fiction permeates their lives
By Sun Bee4 months ago in Poets
A Grieving Candle
He likes to light a candle to ward off the demons The ones he battles every night In a bed so cold that no one sleeps Not even the fluffy dog
By Sun Bee4 months ago in Poets
I Saw a Glimmer of Hope
Elation! Jubilation! Exhilaration! A sign that you may be getting better Today I saw a glimmer of hope. For so long, no life in your eyes
By Calvin London4 months ago in Poets