Stream of Consciousness

Echoes of Uncertainty
The clock ticks on, a louder chime, A hollow echo is marking time. The business closed, now all is still, They shut us out against our will.
By Anthony Chan2 years ago in Poets
puddled. Top Story - September 2024.
b r e a t h i n g b r e a t h i n g b r e a t h i n g b r e a t h i n g air that must have been stuck in my chest for days
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
Letter of Introduction
Dear Hannah, . I’m writing this letter to tell you a little about myself, though I’m unsure of my qualifications for the task.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Angels Welcome
This is my bed. We are basically spiritual beings with bodies, and this canopy addresses my spiritual self. When I lay here, I look up and my eyes take in the many shades of white, draping gracefully as ribbons of white on white gently gather in the embrace of soft white ribbon ties. It all makes my heart sing.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
tell me i'm gonna be ok
There's a forgotten mug of tea in the corner. It's the third one I've made and distantly I feel bad about wasting it. Crouched in the corner like Gollum,
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
This Is the Way
I fall down. I get back up. Mostly I fall down. . I spend a lot of time down, come to think of it. Very little time up.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Conscience
A voice of my needs and happiness A signal of my heart's existence Awaken call from humanities. All are set to protect me...
By 𝙰𝚑𝚕𝚊𝚖2 years ago in Poets
are we
are we? are we going? i think not i think, i think i know. but i've thought nothing. hearing. am i? have i heard. i can't remember, i keep hearing-- there's so much.
By crayoncreative2 years ago in Poets
the ether where consciousness flows
we don’t have a definition shared on consciousness, we use the word as if it can be hot and cold, fast and slow, about any thought to be unfolded,
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
no shots fired back
They call them triggers Because they fire like bullets And most will aim and shoot Directly at you As if you are the reason
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
A Stellar Sort of Feeling
There is a truth inside of me and I cannot stop to wonder The very heights of just sit back still me in your power Geometry in your soul and a high brow echo
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle2 years ago in Poets
If I Were a Poet-Tree, I’d be a Weeping Willow
Sister said, “You’re nothing but a man-eater” and I chewed on that long and hard cause diets are a girl’s best friend and my secret to satiation is that
By Cali Loria2 years ago in Poets