Stream of Consciousness

Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Love Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Flavor of your Affections
You drank to numb yourself out from your own mind & thoughts. I drank for all the ones you shared. The ones that slipped through your lousy, loosened filter. The ones the drink decided were fine to be set free. Or maybe it's because of the drink, the filter could no longer prevent the thoughts from pouring out.
By Hayley Matto2 years ago in Poets
The atrocious contradiction of existence
The atrocious contradiction of existence How ironically does existence glare at our agony Drawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasy
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Love for Sale is a Misnomer
Besides a whole family home, people are lonely. Since the lockdowns from the pandemic, we haven’t been the same. The desperation for company and relationships is discernible. And the pain is real. How can we rebound? The proof is everywhere. Ads for online dating, incels looking for a connection willing to pay for a service that doesn’t exist. And yet, folks keep signing up, hoping for a miracle and being taken advantage of primarily by charlatans or bots. These days, incels talk to fake people without knowing the difference.
By Rene Volpi 2 years ago in Poets
Of Ice and Strangers
What is the difference between all these people walking by, and the traveling ice floating away, at the mercy of the flow?
By YonathanJ2 years ago in Poets
Insomni(ugh)
Here we are, again. Up all night, again. Scared to go to bed, again. Not just scared to go to sleep. Physically afraid of my bed.
By Test2 years ago in Poets
Black
1. Sultry and rare in richness, thickness and taste Strut, I strut and swish from the pertness of my fine fine ass Walk filled with My ebony build and proud to display in every which way
By Andrew Little2 years ago in Poets
happiness
I had a conversation last night that ran deep For the first time in a while, I was asked if I was happy. We both laughed and scoffed, I didn't need to answer,
By Tommy Ballard2 years ago in Poets
Cavalcáde
Sole-scribed effigy, Payload of our velvet night, Destination in the act; \*/ Dealer in the shadows-- Amorphous-- Sinking hearts and sinking fangs.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man2 years ago in Poets
~ The Prayer!~
~The Prayer!~ I don't know what to pray for? I don't know what words I need to say? I don't know what I'm supposed to think,
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
Writing Is
Writing is more than fun More than hard More than yielding. More than essential. ~ Writing is breath and muttered oaths
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets