Stream of Consciousness

Burning Paradise II. Content Warning.
i'm running on fumes? no, i'm suffocating‐ to wake up to a world on fire, is just death's cruel taunt and it surrounds me‐
By JM2 years ago in Poets
"I ONCE WAS TIME AND SPACE"
THIS IS A SONG I WROTE. THIS IS MY PHOTOGRAPHY AND MY ART. COPYRIGHT 2024 ART & PHOTO BY VICKI Once I was among a group,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
To Be
I would rather be by myself, alone, than be Mis-used by others. Copyright © 8/18/2024 by Andrea O. Corwin I am grateful you read my work! 😃 If you liked it, please give it a ♡, and drop a comment. You can subscribe for free and BAM💥My content will come to when you enable notifications. . - - Andi
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
I Don’t Write Poetry Anymore
I don’t write poetry anymore Because once the ink dries The words I scribble stare back at me With frowned dots And an ironic paper smile
By Diana C.2 years ago in Poets
Different. AI-Generated.
So your feelings are hurt because your body didn’t manifest to match your inn view of self. Some things we just don’t change or cannot change
By Dame Cass2 years ago in Poets
Enough
What drives us to seek validation from others? The Shadow of Doubt. --- It whispers untruths, erodes our self-confidence—
By Ravi D2 years ago in Poets
Rebel
I will not comply I will never fit into the confines of a box you cannot force a star into a square or a round hole.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Resilience in Silence
In the quiet of my room, my phone lies still, A silent sentinel, keeper of unspoken words. I reach for it, hope flickering like a candle,
By Winry2 years ago in Poets
Sky Slicing
Slicing through the skies in silence until ding ding, dang those loud dings of declarations announcements advising stay seated
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
dig⋅ni⋅ty
dignity a lie we clothes ourselves in the wire in our bones holding our puppet selves stiff ⋅ born without it die without it
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
Delilah's Defense
Samson--be gone. Beauty--you're a needy beast Disappear into the ether You never-ending tease. Get so far away from me,
By Jennifer L Osborne2 years ago in Poets