Stream of Consciousness

The Itch
Don’t scratch it, people are watching… Put up with it; you have no choice. Other parents will surely notice. Oh man, why is it moist?
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Poets
Forest for the Firs
Stuck again in the feeling that I might have nothing. Nothing worthy or worth any earthly whim. These things I call mine.
By Ashley McMahon2 years ago in Poets
Pain in solitude
Alone once more, lost in the past, Can't recall how long it's last. No one to trust, no one to care, Though smiles are plenty, it's all a snare.
By Chisom2 years ago in Poets
Naked soul
Is it regret, shame, dashed hopes unfulfilled dreams yearning for ever more w h y i f e e l s o N A K E D and B A R E t o d a y
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
Baby Cows
the words crawled like worms from beneath my finger nails the letters on the keyboard knew they were depressed I was out in the south east earlier this afternoon. A sprawling nowhere of the newest suburbs that are (encroaching on) getting to know the old acreages and slowly dwindling farmlands. A calf and its mother lay nose to tail as the wind sheared rain beat about them. The weather continued to bluster and arse about as it does in this part of my world.
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Rapture
My veins glitter, a new horror The same color you blush your cheeks The same hue you rinse your lips My veins are a jungle
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
"Whispers of the Wind"
"Whispers of the Wind" • Wind whispers across fields and ancient stones. • Carries stories of old and new skies. • Dances through tree leaves, carrying secrets.
By Al Mahmud Hasan2 years ago in Poets
Ceaseless Thoughts
I wish that my attempt hadn't failed, No I don't that ship has sailed. Maybe I would be good if I went to college, Too bad your poor and can't get that knowledge.
By Raphael Fontenelle2 years ago in Poets
Human Complexity
Sometimes I sit with uneasiness, its company filling the empty spaces, the empty silences. It pricks and pokes at the tiny holes between breaths, between thoughts, between the seconds in which I believe I exist. Other times I dance run wild with joy, laughter on the wind, my heart soaring as I leap from cloud to cloud. Occassionally I find sadness or comfort in my bed, and I am not always sure which one is laying beside me. Is the dark the result of sadness covering my eyes or because comfort has wrapped in too tightly in my blanket? My strangest companion is loneliness who exists but doesn't. Ever present in its absence. Each feeling a part of myself, separate and intrinsic, real and artificial, flat and complex. Contradictions that are logical and necessary.
By Kristen Campbell2 years ago in Poets
Flow of Memories
Here I am again, Reminiscing those memories. I thought I moved on, Had finally let you go. - But here I am again, Back to those memories.
By Lou_Einale2 years ago in Poets
By The Way
Ideas fly by me Like margaritas In the blender In the race against time I am the slowest contender Distractions surround me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
It's Late & I Just Want Spaghetti and the Crickets to Shut the Hell Up
The crickets here never take a breath A constant ticking and chirping An accompaniment to the dogs that chase The cats that scowl
By Oneg In The Arctic2 years ago in Poets