Stream of Consciousness

Unchained Melody.
She hums under her breath—soft, barely there, a whisper of a song that never found its wings or air. A voice caged before it could soar or take flight,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
(In)Ability To See. Content Warning.
Certainly, it is not only I... who wrestles with, Desire– my natural inclination to sin, my very own "human" nature, these eyes I continue to curse,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
(In)Ability To Listen
Why must every syllable I speak, be contested? As if all of the public stands against me, with not one, seeking understanding...
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Lost-ish, Am I?
I become lost-ish in the realm of living , for what it the purpose of life , when I see an animal decaying beside the road ; it hurts my gut and then I force myself to think, “they are free now, free from the world’s pain and difficulties.” Then my mind zooms to thoughts of how their mother birthed them , and got them to the point where they could fend for themselves , and to what purpose? To be hit by a car and die either quickly or slowly, we don’t know.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Thriving Abundance
Life thrives all around me. In everything, and I do mean everything. My whole being is alive and so is all that surrounds me.
By Whimsical Wanderer 2 years ago in Poets
Moonshadows
It's in the quiet that I hear my own heart sigh make my own tears cry. *+*+*+* You are so faithful in keeping me company
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Lost-ish in what it isn't
It isn’t what it is, yet is what it isn’t, love that is not love Lost in this feeling, in this stage of ‘ish-ness’ and fog
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Gratefully
Grate fully—life is worth it all, Grate fully—feel it, great and small. Great fully—all life lives in all, Great fully—hear the echo call.
By Whimsical Wanderer 2 years ago in Poets
Love You Out Loud
I wish I could love you out loud but I cannot shout above the cacophony of your silence that echoes in the chasm you’ve carved out with your indifference
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Proud To Be An American . Top Story - February 2025.
Proud to be an American I must defend our country Not only from those who haven't fought for this great land But apparently for those that have as well
By Gregory Payton2 years ago in Poets
Phantom Hand
Photos taken by a phantom hand Broken memories on demand Ruins of the life that I had planned Hopes held fast by self-reprimand
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
Woven Sand
Loneliness We meet Then it starts Each time we meet It grows and grows stronger A sense of connection, knowing, trust I trust and understand you. We; us.
By Glenn McConnell2 years ago in Poets