Stream of Consciousness

Peace Enters
Recently, I’ve been inspired to start writing after my meditation. Some of it’s good, and some of it is just very weird. But it’s always interesting.
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic2 years ago in Poets
A Feeble Word
One simple word. Only four letters long. Used to simplify or label an experience that is indescribable. Love. The use of such word varies in meaning. Not just throughout time or between people, but with each experience, spark, situation, and even sentence. To say the word is rather feeble.
By Sady Bayne 2 years ago in Poets
Witness me
And suddenly, without looking or wishing or begging, it’s you. And I always had this secret belief about love ‘The one’ wouldn’t give me a chance to hesitate and I wouldn’t feel the need to
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
Some days I wish I were a walnut. Top Story - February 2024.
Some days I wish I were a walnut, And thought my shell to be the extent of the world. I'd know every crevasse, every wrinkle of my shell
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
Today...
I'm going to wake up and stretch, I'm going to drink my coffee cold, I'm going to feel my age, With grace, yet never growing old.
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Lost Path. Content Warning.
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Odes to First Love. Content Warning.
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Guiding Light: Ode to a Teacher. Content Warning.
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
My Rendezvous with Life
My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Disposable
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Homegrown in a Cyclone
I was homegrown in a cyclone, simple straight lines to abide by, but I don’t know where they go. Alone in a cycle, building me up pushing my luck, breaking back down so low.
By Jenna Sedi2 years ago in Poets
Vocal, I love you...
Are creators who Don't post their social content... Content creators? /// P.S. Look, poor Vocal admin, I love your boss. I really do. They're my one and only. This is no casual break up or tear down. Others have tried, but ultimately they all fail, and I find myself back here. We have a problem, though--not a big one, mind you. Still, one that I think we need to have a chat. Here's the thing. I do this as a hobby. Someone's probably, rightfully, going to hop into the comments and say how I need a website. They're right, but again, that's really infringing on the hobby/chore/job border, and I don't want to deal with that right now.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets