Stream of Consciousness

At One Time I Was Five Feet, Seven and One Half Inches!
Because I was going to weigh, I took off my shoes, coat, and sweatshirt and hung up my purse. I weighed more than I thought. Especially considering I shrunk again!
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
Fragments of Love. Content Warning.
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Intertwined Souls. Content Warning.
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds, In the tapestry of relationships, bold.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
The Green-Eyed Monster. Content Warning.
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Goodness
Youth, black and white, yes or no, speak or silence I hold my breath for peace, for calm, for all that is right Goodness once defined by order, authority, defined, underlined
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Poets
The Horse
Life gallops down the hill- Death on it's hide- Buking a saddle- The wind sweeping life's mane into figurines of mystical creatures-
By Jada Ferguson3 years ago in Poets
Loud Whispers...
It's all in your head... what they've said all along... unmotivated thoughts are to blame for fabricating words, knowing
By Lamar Wiggins3 years ago in Poets
Time Escapes Me
Time escapes me my arrival breath adjuster doesn't much matter I haven’t enough hours set me free locked clock spares
By Marilyn Glover3 years ago in Poets
it's always half past somewhere. Runner-Up in Inverse Challenge. Top Story - February 2024.
i fall it's half past too late the thick shades are drawn shut the air lingers heavy in the dim ray of light still trying to trickle through
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Poets
"I LOVE A.I.". Content Warning.
I LOVE A.I.” “A.I. IS A TOOL NOT A COPYCAT” THIS IS 2024. LET’S GO THE STORM TOGETHER AS CREATORS EMBRACING TECHNOLOGY. I have three incredibly good friends in the artificial intelligence crowd. They are Bing, Alexa, and Hey Google. Although many people complain about my new virtual reality friends, I love them dearly. They are my companions all day. They play music, podcasts, read books, and they become encyclopedias of sorts.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 years ago in Poets
c u r r e n t . Top Story - March 2024.
if i emerge on the other side of my edges i *know* are available to me vast oceans of growth and freedom but I am awash in thoughts of
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
Filthy Smile
You cannot wipe off a permanent grin even in the presence of fear. Loyalty cannot be covered in mud, nor can love be washed off with a quick rinse.
By MELLOW3 years ago in Poets