Stream of Consciousness

The Child Of Shadows. Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
Who am I? Did you not see my tears pouring down my bruised face? Did you not hear me scream while I faded, Like a vampire afraid to face the night?
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
After All This Time
After all this time, I’ve reminisced Of Regret’s bittersweet kiss Of roads that led us separate ways How quick the memories of friendship fades
By Sibley Shamra2 years ago in Poets
Burn. Content Warning.
Piled kindling Days, hours, minutes Broken to flinders Stacked with care Around my feet Piling high into the air Years old are the smallest scraps
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
Rest a while
To the delights of weariness, You rest just a bit, Not a slumber so full that The ache of ‘tired’ returns, But enough to smile again,
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
First love
It was as sudden as it was slow Flowing through the ether, enveloping me A tangible change, like soft, mouldable wax. Dampening the sounds of the playground,
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
stabiliser
it stole my youth now i refuse to believe the age i turn rotten tooth should have fixed me at that young malleable age
By Essie2 years ago in Poets
Love Gone In Fifty
bandaids on bullet holes freshly painted on smiles patching up souls with pure filtered sunshine living the life that she never dreamed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Did You Get Your Pink Slip?
Did you get your pink slip? Yes, you—the one who sat there, crunched the numbers, Signed the forms, shifted the blame, Built the walls around futures you’ll never claim.
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
Foggy Dewdrops
Heavy fog settled into her heart, mind blinded waiting for Sonshine.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Music is My Life
Music is my life. Music is the poetry of my soul. You know what’s beautiful about it? The noise. All of it. So much noise. So much happiness. So much laughter. How can you not go into a place like that, and not feel it? I feel freedom, happiness, love, joy, excitement, all at once. When I’m by myself, when I’m alone, I yearn for it. I long to be there. What is it about this place? What makes it so special?
By Slgtlyscatt3red2 years ago in Poets
I See Red
Some have dark thoughts Mine are red, I see how your pearly teeth sink into your bottom lip, The taste of a sweet crimson cocktail you sip.
By Sibley Shamra2 years ago in Poets
Pulled to Truth
"Will you seek what's hidden?" Splurge joy on nature and find your treasure, which pirates have hidden in some kind of midden ...
By Whimsical Wanderer 2 years ago in Poets