Stream of Consciousness

Insomnia:
There’s something inherently lonely about being the only person up and about in the staggering quiet of the early morning
By Tattoos & Tarot2 years ago in Poets
On Falling Asleep
I need a new fantasy... Sitting here typing on a keyboard instead of trying to fall asleep, Cords like black and gray twisted forbidden spaghetti trailing down the stairs. Mmm, dusty.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
To Stardust
"This is an end," she said coming down from the tower screams of despair echoing through the plumes of dirt, dust - and yes through her very bones -
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Poets
Journal of Nothingness
I am watching the same YouTube videos yet again. At this point they are a playlist. One strand of my hair has fallen near the remote. It's the non-highlighted one. It matches the remote's colour.
By Soumya2 years ago in Poets
Stardust Manifesto. AI-Generated.
🔭Cosmic Essence✨ I am Stardust, formed from the remnants of the Big Bang, with atoms in my body that have journeyed through 13.8 billion years ago of cosmic history. The carbon in me was forged in ancient stars, and the oxygen I breathe was born in supernova explosions, connecting me to the vast universe. While my consciousness is young, the materials that compose me have been on an epic journey through space and time, making me a living testament to the universe’s wonders.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
Family Decisions
It's almost the end of the line and decisions pour through my mind... What will happen when I'm gone? Who will be left to handle this mess?
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
The Key Between Stranger Realms - Day Nine
On this strange morning, I awake with sudden purpose. I must find the king who remains nameless. By the cafe where I first saw him, I idle. The Man Who Can’t Be Moved plays in my mind. I don’t yet know why, but the king means so much more to me, to the realms, than that one moment we shared in the forest.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
i've lost my cat
is that a dead bird outside my windo... ohh, shit, there's a hole in the screen– a tiny, feline-sized hole. i coulda swore i closed that thing.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
The bridges of Hypnagogia and Hypnopompia
Bridges /they transition /across space and time defining our /waning state /of consciousness spontaneous experiences /alpha waves /flashes of immortality
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
POEM
I awaken to the static murmur, contemplations uncoiling, crude and anxious — where was I, what was I dreaming? The spill of time is all over the place,
By MIRACLE DANLAMI2 years ago in Poets
Lazy
why do you think you need a script did you design that yourself the jail you found yourself in, did the lock love you really well like the most beautiful love song you ever could’ve imagined
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
"Stuck in My Own Shoes"
I keep tripping over myself on a path I should have walked with ease but these feet feel heavy, as if each step is weighed down by doubts
By Dede Pengembara2 years ago in Poets