Stream of Consciousness

Burning Paradise III: Containing The Fire. Content Warning.
this fire, that is this burning paradise‐ is very, desperately trying to break free from me‐ from this containment i keep it in,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Waiting for the Walls
i leave the idea of a man shaped impression upon my sheets and foremost in my mind as i step into another dream wrapped in the smell
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Poem For The Ready
Gentlemen...forgive my wonder, there is no deceit. Forgive my joy to wander on hopeless feet. Love me anyway for things you'll never understand. I trust my own life plan. So, make your mark upon a soul, perhaps another ones, but whatever you do make yourself whole.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Poets
He’s A Thief
Hopes and dreams stolen. Future pierced by sweet forked tongue, All lost for fool’s gold.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
The Electric Bill (cont.). Content Warning.
The lights‐ they won't turn off, every switch is down every plug, pulled every fuse, blown and still, I am blinded‐ from the inside out.
By JM2 years ago in Poets
What's an Adequate Appetite?. Content Warning.
I'm so fucking hungry. My belly roars at me incessantly. Internal acid bubbles pop, burning the lining of my stomach. But, deep down, I know no foods can satiate such a calling.
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
What Cards Do I Hold?
The promise of tomorrow is more than a trick when nature, skill, and mind honour transformation, one so big it brings a resounding future. A universal call while the gleaming, holy angel balances it all, since being the forefront and the centre. A lover long lost past somehow changes the now, leading to a future of beneficence. A worry about manipulated money calls on the use of intuition dreams may guide to fountains of. Good fortune, timing, grace, and all that wins. An offer held out to bring more for certain, mine or whose? While a message about career in the midst of shedding a tear will hasten chariot on the horizon, bringing things near.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Poets
Let There Be Light
He’s your impostor Lure engorged with dark intent Never letting up. —- Light enters on wings of hopes, dreams, real Love reaching,
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Silent Descent
We are all fading slowly, Wandering in our own circles, Not treading on unfamiliar paths, Not speaking to a stranger, Not sharing the whispers of our hearts.
By Abdullah Khan2 years ago in Poets
Unmanageable Separation
my mind and my body, for some reason, have come to split‐ the former always lost, on tangent after tangent and the latter
By JM2 years ago in Poets
The Heart Remembers
I’ve felt the ache of longing for a place, no longer in existence The echo of that silence haunts like voices down the hall
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Banishing
Heaven’s tardy tears speckled my face with free falling freckles. Hurricane winds blended hairy goosebumps, on skin suspended.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets