Stream of Consciousness

Subverted. Top Story - February 2025.
It's Not Real. . It's not real. . It's not real, it's not real, it's not real. . It. Isn't. Real. But fuck...do I wish that it was.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Voice of the Earth
We think with the mind No poetry is repeated And no words are scattered Rather, we speak wisdom And hope increases in it We do not neglect any plantation Not a morsel to throw away My country is sacrificed for my soul Even if my wounds increase Whatever it was and whatever it was My death will be in it And with my soul I redeem it Or peace and security And protection of homelands Or defeat the aggression Or I will die with a decent title For human dignity I am not a coward And a testimony to the religion And protection of homelands
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
I Write
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
>=∞
I take another chord, but ain't getting any closer. Close the closet. Hide my body. Folks were talking, chomping, slobbering. Ah, what a snobbery. Talking business, gossips, made-up stories. My aberrational thoughtflood would sweat with blood from this frowst, these circular movements of hundreds of mouths, many months ahead so fed up, yet so thirsty. The motion of waves, the ocean of blurry, unshaped, misaligned, malign, tepid words. The cramps in my feet, dammit. I'd traffic in the worlds of yesterweeks, yesteryears, only give me a chance. What's the current currency? A few crumbs of bread on my tongue is enough to survive today, so 'til tomorrow I'm fine.
By Andrei Z.2 years ago in Poets
Snow
Soothing Slippery Sliding Solitude Snowy
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
Mermaid Tinder
In the land where mermaids dwell There’s a story to tell Of love and romance Where nothing is taken to chance A safe place where love meets
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Life's Lasts Last as Long as Life Lasts
We're all going to die someday (Not to be morbid) But: We'll each have a very last chat (A chance to get animated) A very last laugh
By Sam Spinelli2 years ago in Poets
Bare
What would you see, if I stripped down, past the bone of me and bore my soul? Would you see a noceur flower, taciturn in pearlescent nature,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Destruction and Creation
The fire within is perilous For those who cannot contain it. A lifetime spent watering it down to ash— Silence is a lady's duty,
By Kyleigh Richard 2 years ago in Poets
Hidden
A heart cries silently Inaudibly deafening The vibration shakes a mind into a million splinters of sparkling diamond dust
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Golden Hours
The coruscate gleam of esurient dawn breaks the hold from the marcid night filling the world with empyrean beauty I cafune the blades of grass
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets