Stream of Consciousness

My dear brother,. Content Warning.
When you took your life, You also took a piece of me with you. When you jumped from that building, My life ended too. Even if many stories and lives went on,
By Paola Crocomo2 years ago in Poets
newness, now
rise work sweat repeat wash read watch and sleep same as lives down the street everywhere and everyone we
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Dear God, I’m Sorry I Get Jealous Sometimes
Dear God, I’m sorry that I get jealous sometimes of families who seem functionally stable. I should be thankful for what I’ve got.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Black Blood
On April 25, I had a “ dream”, a vivid and unforgettable vision, every little detail etched in my mind. It was a cloudless day, beautiful blue sky. The lush grass was a vibrantly green vast expanse. And in the complete middle of nowhere.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Love me Like..
Love me like a natural disaster Come closer and be my personal broadcaster Show me your courage, show me how you brave my churning waves
By Ashley Antunes2 years ago in Poets
Howling Wolves Incoming. Content Warning.
Somewhere in a distant dream, a heart still beats, stuck in a frozen body, stiff and weakened from sleep. Falling into the depths that nullify any movement.
By Rachael Anra2 years ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: War Cries. Content Warning.
this torment, and the weapons of this world have sought after me through times with, and without light‐ day and night, i number the trials they have brought‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Apparently (cont.)
Apparently... My fear and hesitation, is just selfishness? My fight against temptation, is just carelessness? Apparently,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Their Thing
Being there with them, it was odd, No one seemed to notice if I was or wasn’t there. They all had their thing, whether it was makeup or fashion,
By Naomi McDonald 2 years ago in Poets
It's Just Not Fun
The pain is just not going to be ignored. It won't allow me to lift my arms, so my range of motion is not taken for granted, either. A long, good sleep is something I long for. But every surface where my arms and shoulders and hips land, causes me to wince. Now, as I type, my fingers and hands remind me that they hurt, too. Fibromyalgia, I hate you!
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Caudle: Warm Fuzzies
What is the Meaning of Caudle? Merriam-Webster says it is: a drink (as for invalids) usually of warm ale or wine mixed with bread or gruel, eggs, sugar, and spices. (I had never heard of this concoction. I'm thinking that eggnog was probably made to use as a caudle ) But...I was intrigued by the concept of it all, especially after reading all about the history of the associations with the word, "caudle!"
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Insatiable
Damsels in perpetual bloom, I see and they lure me with their beauty Wings beating in tandem, I hear and hum in synchrony Petals brush against my feathers, I touch and it tickles my body
By Sam Wijesinghe2 years ago in Poets