Stream of Consciousness

Easier
I remember when things were easy. I remember when the weight of the world never held me. But I'm older now. And I was younger then.
By Thomas James2 years ago in Poets
Anything but A Writer
If I was anything but a Writer, perhaps I could find peace. But I am a Writer and there is no peace in this work. If I was anything but a Writer, perhaps I could belong. But I am a Writer and the only time I don't feel alone is in the pages I fill.
By Thomas James2 years ago in Poets
Inspiration
Inspiration is a fleeting thing. When it's gone, you can't get it back. So you sit in darkness, waiting for something new to take hold.
By Thomas James2 years ago in Poets
Comfort In Consistency
The world races by, Every day blending with the next, And yet... You keep walking. You keep moving along, Wondering what itd be like to
By Thomas James2 years ago in Poets
A Happy Tragedy of a Condo Hoarder
I sleep with you. Aside with you on the bed. You provide comfort after all is done and said. You trash the place from top to bottom. I provided support when you robbed that condo. Looking for treasure because we lost something special. Anger and rage elevated. A happy tragedy assimilated.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Poets
Wander from a-z
Arent you aware now, darling? Bordering on the overwhelming delight of obscenity? Call out for those you love. Deny the hardship, it doesnt rhyme.
By Jessie Foley2 years ago in Poets
A reminder to
Break the cycle of what-ifs and Constant reminiscing on the past. I miss moments when I Danced in the rain with my Eyes closed, feeling the water tickle my cheeks. I was
By Ali SP2 years ago in Poets
A Body Changing Diet
always tracking barcodes calories decoding recipes eating less than enough food is fun god knows it used to be how i miss those days when
By Marti Maley2 years ago in Poets
Time
Time is timeless, The past is always growing, always expanding. The past is teaching, educating, and warning. The past is unchanging but repeating.
By Jennisea Standing Rock2 years ago in Poets
january 23, 2024
I'm smoking cigarettes outside again. I'm not sat by my tree because it’s surrounded by snow; I found another one. My running shoes are just barely soaked through, chilly chunks of white clinging on for dear life.
By daphne gray2 years ago in Poets
A Proclamation of Inward Observation
Angry Arsonists aren't able to scorch my skin. But when we bicker my blood boils within. Crooked spines and calloused hands make this man.
By J.P Cooke2 years ago in Poets
A Writer's Procrastinating Prayer
Sending out this prayer: I have done laundry, deleted over 400 un-read email, posted pictures of the outdoor cats, sorted and shelved my shoes (yes, that's a job around here).
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets