Stream of Consciousness

Memory Lane
The glimpses of time past flash through my eyes, As I reminisce on the greatness of yesterday, It almost feels like it were today, The sizzling aroma of a once great personality, Grasping onto me like a dazzling prince, I do wish I could go back to that day, When things were all red and rosy, And I didn't have to question my very existence, But I can't go back, Reality stares me in the eyes and screams loudly, 'Hey you, wake up from your slumber! It's time to face life; to face me,' I have to wake up, I have to face this scary reality, And fight so hard to make a change, Posterity depends on my success, I cannot and will not fail, It's time to rise up; to wake up from my slumber and fight, I must fight until I win!
By Maud Agyemang-Gyau 2 years ago in Poets
Fifty Shades of You
The canvas of heart And mind still waits for you to Unlock your colors. —- Pick up the brush now And paint a few strokes, ribbons
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
These Walls: Is This House A Home? A Question Still Unanswered.. Content Warning.
Is this house a home?... if no step in this building is a step inside my comfort zone?... What these walls have seen, they wouldn't dare write about.
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Vulnerable me.
Vulnerable as I am, I thought I could hide behind the palm of my hand. I was sold on the lie of a self— Of a self made up, falsified, raised high,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
The weight 1 carry…..
Can’t let no one find out— A little girl with a burden on her chest, Thumping so hard it could burst. But it didn’t. Maybe I should thank God it didn’t.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Survivor's Guilt
In Asheville’s shadowed streets, I roam, Where echoes of loss now call this place home. Hurricane Helene, a tempest of fate,
By Erin Perez2 years ago in Poets
The Phantom Menace
Bros on business trip Start brutal galactic war With a long shot bet ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Fragility
The mystery is beautiful in itself (C. Rommial Butler) * The mystery is beautiful the give and take of life The cycle irrefutable
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
River Of Trust
Quest. How do I describe the never-ending journey to the promised land? The search, the eternal longing for trust? What does it smell, taste, and feel like in my breasts, in my groin, and in my spirit?
By Ute Luppertz ✨ 2 years ago in Poets
BLOOD AND OIL. Top Story - October 2024.
You let those words fall from your mouth, not once, not thrice, but over and over, like a song you’ve rehearsed, no weight left in them, no guilt, no hesitation.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Love’s Gate.
We are crafted beautifully, wouldn’t you agree? Each of us shaped by the hands of a creator, Not like the others—creations programmed to follow,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
Nature’s Call.
Driving along Huddersfield Road, six hours from Manchester to uni, with each commute back and forth. The bus ride becomes my sanctuary.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets