Stream of Consciousness

...That's Tuesday Practically Summarized
Light’s shine, now, inverting organs, cells unlive, slipped out with the brain soup, we’velostanotherone, and let the Cosmic Slop begin…
By Willem Indigo4 months ago in Poets
Human vs. System
Today I had an appointment with a nurse. I hadn't met her before, and I didn't even see her during our phone call. Someone lost my appointment request form,
By Sun Bee4 months ago in Poets
You Survived More Than You Remember
You survived the nights nobody saw, The battles hidden behind every flaw, The moments you smiled while carrying pain, And still found strength to rise again.
By Omasanjuwa Ogharandukun4 months ago in Poets
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕠𝕨
the more i see the deeper it goes the more i know the stronger it flows analyzing categorizing compartmentalizing defying logic
By Colleen Walters4 months ago in Poets
Two Beetles
Haiku a Ladybug also a June bug with spots? Right - two bugs, not one ** Poem June 7 is June Bug Day. Turn on your porch light
By Andrea Corwin 4 months ago in Poets
Waiting for the Silence to Shrink
Sometimes, what happens between two people grows larger than reality itself. The distance widens. The silence settles in.
By Krizzia BW4 months ago in Poets
imperfect vision
chart a course for i am the change in the wind a decision not made on a whim victory and success are coming in and the higher i sore
By ⸘jason alan‽4 months ago in Poets
Should I Flee
My Intuition reminds me to stand in stillness... My body shivers, the goosebumps of something near... I gazed into the depths of darkness from across the street, inquiring if I should run. I can feel the energy that doesn't belong to me... Should I Flee, Is there someone behind me? I walk casually down the street, swiftly changing my stride... Peering around in front of me, I see nothing but trees, Unverified of what is behind me, I can sense it, but somehow, I don't want to see... If there is something, or someone, I hope It Leaves... I take one deep breath at a time. Something doesn't feel right. Could it be something, or is it all in my mind?
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)4 months ago in Poets
The Name Game
What’s in a name? Syllables s t r e t c h e d in hopes to calm the retch forming in the back of my throat whenever I try
By caitodoesstuff4 months ago in Poets
Summer's Bride
Here she comes, dressed in white Blushing, she’s a beautiful sight Eyes in the shade of Alexandrite She rules the day without a fight
By Mother Combs4 months ago in Poets
Beginning/End
We are but a single brush stroke Painted upon the canvas of time We start out bright and vibrant But end in dust and grime
By Edward Val4 months ago in Poets
buried INTO being
My life's junk drawer— one thing begs to be thrown out. Funny, it has roots.
By Komal4 months ago in Poets