Stream of Consciousness

People - Poem
We see people everyday, All night and all day. Whether it's family and friends or strangers, We always have favors. The are ones that are quiet and pleasant,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
Colors - Poem
The color red, Belongs to the dead. To the ones in hell, It is worse than a prison cell. The color yellow Is everyone's fellow.
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
Clever Girl
Clever Girl is what he calls me on the silver screen I reserve the right to say that he is just that clueless. Trying to outsmart the intellect of my kind
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Poets
What if i don't wake up?
What if i don't wake up? Im feeling a little dizzy and decided to lay on bed yo sleep but as i close my eyes my mind runs wild, What if i don't wake up tomorrow? Here i said a little prayer asking for more days on this world. I have set a 6am alarm to start my day early, if i don't wake up i wonder how long is the alarm gonna ring?. I have promised my friend to go out with her tomorrow. I wonder how would she find out i didn't wake up and how would she react to it. Sad? Heartbroken? Possibly yes i know she'll be Heartbroken. I just talked to my mom and didn't say I LOVE HER my mind is rushing should I call her an tell her how much i love and appreciate her? No. I will stress her and she may not have a peaceful night but if i don't wake up how will she know all the greatness i want to tell her?. Can this mind of mine shut off already so i can sleep. But, if I don't wake up I'll never know what could've been of my life. That is sad. I wonder what will each person i know remember me with?will they remember My laugh? My smile? My voice? My presence, will my absence be felt? Something fun we did together? . Mostly I wonder what if i don't wake up tomorrow will they notice my absence at all? If i do. I'm gonna love them. I'm gonna show my love to them. And I'm gonna LIVE LIFE.
By Lindokuhle Mgwenya2 years ago in Poets
Subjective
stir the pot thicker than the blood dripping from the thoughts off the top of my head rabble rouser, true art styler, never want to be a hero, rather be the Nero to art
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
born of stardust
born of stardust clever line gives a real sense of direction where this is heading and why the embers of the dying light
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Into the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Wholesale Repackaged Trauma
literary voyeurism deciphering symbolism I want to be the fly on your wall the one you don't notice anymore the one you feed all your
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Modern Rainfall During Artificial Intelligence
In the city where neon lights glow, Under the steel-gray sky's low, Rain begins its gentle fall, Echoing a digital call.
By Alohan I Rowland2 years ago in Poets
Angel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Limerence
Was it ever love or simply limerence. Why did falling in love feel like being pushed into the abyss knowing, and secretly craving, the small death that comes
By Margot2 years ago in Poets
... Then I'll learn to Be
It's this point for which I strive: *** Anger won't make me see red, and an outsider won't have the rights to shift my heart to something wrong
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets