Stream of Consciousness
Twenty Six Lines About Snow
About This Piece, I Am Doing And Abecedarian Prose Poem Because Of Insights And Observations About Combining Writing For The Challenges Drifting Snow Is Prevalent At The Moment Especially On Roads On The North American Landmass Falling Non-Stop Giving Drivers Hell As They Try To Get To Work And Back I Don't Know How They Do It Just A Few Inches Paralyzes The South In The United Kingdom Kudos To The Ones That Get Through Lorry Drivers Making Essential Deliveries Making Sure the Snow Does Not Win With A Never Say Die Attitude, Only Stopping To Eat And Sleep And Go Home To Family Penguins Do Love Snow And The Cold Quite How Everyone Copes With This I Don't Know But I Respect How They Deal With This. I Am Save And Cozy At Home, Though It Is Very Cold And Windy Out Of Doors, It Is Very Slippy Underfoot So One Has to Be Very Careful Where You Put Your Foot And Wear Sturdy Treaded Boots Visors Are Advised To Protect Your Eyes Against The Driving Snow Wait Until The Roads Are Clearer If You Can, But Sometimes You Have To Brave The Arctic Weather "X" Marks The Place On The Map That Is Your Ultimate Destination You Need to Wrap Up And Take Care As You Take On The Siberian Conditions With Snowfall, But At Least It's Not Permafrost Zero And Less Degrees Is The Temperature That You Have To Deal With, Otherwise The Snow Will Freeze You
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Emerald Eyes
In the background of every formal thought, that's where you'll find me. Where the colors all bleed together and drown out every sound, that's where I'll be. From Babylon to Taiwan, look and you will see. From Medusa's head to Caesar's bloody bed, there is only you and me. I'll devour you whole while your ghost is still alive. A paragon of deviance but your perfection is still up for debate. Epitome of disruption, paradigm of disappointment. I've given birth to essential ideals but your death dictates their destiny. I can feel the tremors of trepidation. I've come too far to recede back into those waters. The trigger you represent doesn't make you a martyr. I let you provoke me into a hysterical state. This allowance pushed me into a toxic and malevolent place. You picked the time and I rose to the occasion. I activate the weapon you handed me in this corrupted situation. The ignited impulse to self-immolate. There aren't enough apologies to sever this much hate. To the stars, to the sand, we traveled far just to end up back under this dome. The inevitable truth is that we are all alone. Your emerald eyes captivated me once. Once was simply enough
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
How we CAN Solve Homelessness!
~How we CAN Solve Homelessness!~ Well we're on the right path by having meetings together... But it's important still that we all have Positive thoughts and feelings about all the right changes that we can make, by staying strong and not giving up!
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
The value of a human life. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
What is the value of a human life? It must be high, because we don't have the rights to ourselves. I can't kill myself, that would be selfish. ___ loves me too much to bear that, i'm told. Not to mention ___, and ___, and ___, and ___ and ___ and ____ and any number of ___'s who assign me as theirs.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Poets
