Stream of Consciousness

Sky Trails
As I peer skyward do I see loved ones’ spirits or simply contrails? Copyright © 10/31/2024 by Andrea O. Corwin I am grateful you read my work! 😃 If you liked it, please give it a ♡, drop a comment, and subscribe for free. - - Andi
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Trust Issues II
I have to ask you‐ Who's side are you on? What, or who are your eyes on? Because your hurt... isn't just hurting me, but my surroundings
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Unspoken. Top Story - November 2024.
Not‐ One‐ Word‐ Without a sound made Even silence can be loud Lips‐ Sealed‐ Mouth closed, but mind open Thousands of thoughts
By JM2 years ago in Poets
"EXHAUSTED OF THE INSANITY OF TODAY:. Content Warning.
EXHAUSTED OF THE INSANITY OF TODAY PEACE OUT! I am at a stand still If you will Tired of insanity everyday Everyway The tensions in the air
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
i n e f f a b l e. Top Story - November 2024.
forget language show me the g e s t i c u l a t i o n of your jowls as you realize your joy and grief a m p l i f y the melody of
By Kristen Balyeat2 years ago in Poets
E U P H O R I A
"Can you see it?" she asked, her voice like wine, "The way my heart sketches yours in lines." His gaze traced the strokes, gentle and slow,
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
To Tired To Try
So. I've come to a decision. I'm not good enough to continue. And even though I try...I'm not improving. Running out of things to say.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Poets
Undefeatable
he can’t burn me down he hates me when I see him he knows he won’t win. ++++ Those flames won’t hurt me because God’s with me, and we’re
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Bliss beyond myself
above the rainbow the angel gently pulls me to her warm embrace
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
Graveyard Blues
These tattoos on my skin have seeped deep into my bones. If I melted into a skeleton tonight, you could use the ink to carve my name
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Sky's Last Veil
Broke through sky’s last veil No oxygen, I stiffen Died for their high hopes Author's Notes This was written for Vocal's Sky-ku Challenge . Sometimes, we tend to lose ourselves trying to fulfil people's sky-high expectations of us. Even if we exit the atmosphere, it still wouldn't be enough for them.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
Hope Floats Eternal
I survived in Cleveland, Ohio with only my wits about me. When your down on your luck the only things to think about is the tears that bring us sorrow. In the meantime I am unable to think of such things as crying and carrying on.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets