Stream of Consciousness

The Cliff
On the Cliff ~ I feel so broken So silenced Choked of the words That I need to spill out of my heart My mind feels chaotic
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️6 months ago in Poets
Parsing . Content Warning.
And what the actual fuck Are you gonna do about it? Yell? Kick your feet like a kid? Pull a gun on me and pretend That that's okay?
By Silver Daux6 months ago in Poets
Morta Belli & Fig
you notice it too late the street is wrong the time is wrong layers of paint names you don’t know — shops that should be there
By Iris Obscura6 months ago in Poets
Love is...
Love is a gateway to destruction, a pathway to a broken heart. Love is a road of sacrifice, a way that can tear you apart.
By Edward Val6 months ago in Poets
ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝
some nights hit harder Lonely cracks open loudly a glacial crevasse.
By Colleen Walters6 months ago in Poets
A Visit from Beyond the Mountaintop.
I saw the perplexity upon his face as he stepped from the Hallelujah train He stood for a long time looking around, observing...wanting to know if his sacrifice had all been in vain
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Poets
Slight of Hand. Top Story - April 2026.
Cards and coins, Slight of hand, A hidden message, You understand. Ace of Spades, Queen of Swords, Hand grenades, Pull ripcord.
By Jennidoll of (jennidoll.inc)6 months ago in Poets
ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖
“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.” Genesis‬ ‭1‬:‭1‬-‭2‬ ‭NKJV‬‬
By Colleen Walters6 months ago in Poets
From myself to myself
I cry real tears, while your eyes are dry I run from fears, while you hold none inside I’m scared to see myself, and all that I’ve become
By Edward Val6 months ago in Poets
The Sunday Girl
The Sunday Girl skips through the seasons and wonders if Sunday follows Saturday, or is it, rather, a prelude to Monday? Her Spring Sundays are filled with morning light and birdsong, while
By Andrea Corwin 6 months ago in Poets
𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤...
Ah, the background music is so important the composers told stories with the music so the audience could follow what was happening
By Colleen Walters6 months ago in Poets
The Death of the Socratic Method
It's gone, at least where I live The capacity of human beings to learn things By passionately debating about what they mean
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Poets