Stream of Consciousness

"More"
For as long as I can remember, my senses have "more life" to me in the month of September. I feel more alive, more vibrant. And now that I am experiencing my 70th September, none of that has changed. I feel younger in September!
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Hollow Reverberations
Thud!! The familiar dissonant harmony Reverberates through my ears, Followed by more abhorrent and unpleasant echoes— Echoes of deafening silence…
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
Rambling Reflections of a Chaotic Mind. Top Story - September 2024.
Who am I? The more I learn, the more I unlearn. The more I know, the more I don’t know. I “found my truth” but lost myself.
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
Dissonance
Do you remember the roads that we trod? All the twists and the turns Rain and sunburns The... the... the…. Tunnel that blacked everything out….
By Crystal Ayers2 years ago in Poets
One Word Of The Day Is Shambles
PUBLISHED: September 14, 2024 at 3:00 a.m. TODAY’S WORD — SHAMBLES (SHAMBLES: SHAM-buls: A scene or state of great destruction; wreckage.) Mercurynews.com/2024/09/14...
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
My Monster
I am restless and lazy like the clouds in the sky Moved only by the struggles and storms that pass by Oh to be like the lightning flashing wild in your eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
how to be worth living
i infuriate myself because how can i be anything but happy when the morning sun is warm on my face? when it feeds me, rejuvenates me
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Wonder
i wonder how i’ll be remembered, once my time is over will the air you breathe feel heavy like the dew on fields of clover
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Hot Tea
strawberry lemon strawberries lemons sipping cups of hot tea on a hot day hot tea hot day hots teas hots days u know it doesn’t matter, wanting
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets
Ephemeral Radiance. AI-Generated.
Thoughts spill out like a burst of colors from a painter’s palette, vibrant and unrestrained. The morning sun sneaks through the window, wrapping the room in its warm embrace, a golden whisper of possibility. I can almost taste the coffee, rich and dark, as its scent weaves through the air, mingling with the crisp freshness of early autumn.
By Abdullah Khan2 years ago in Poets
Oasis
Unbelievable! it can’t be true but Surely it is i’m almost blue holding my breath pitted against reason sparring against doubt
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
10:05am
It was 11:36pm. We were hidden away in a camper van in the middle of nowhere. I handed you confessions and you said, "I'll always be here."
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets