Stream of Consciousness

My Happy Little Tree
She’s my happy little tree Blossoming into her personality I get down to play with her I’m her horse crawling on my hands and knees
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Pearl of Life
"The World is My Oyster."Quote by Shakespeare 🦪The Pearl of Life🦪 On its mantle, I sweat sweet honeycomb libations of poetry, soul, rhythm, and blues with chants and spells. I am rocking steadily together. Everything is with set intention and precision.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
We no Longer Shall
I have spent quiet sometime grieving. Healing, musing, experiencing. Taking in each and every step, harvesting lessons brought before me. Musing on the choices and outcomes. Waiting.
By Josie Del Valle2 years ago in Poets
Just as the snow has to melt
As they say; Breathe and you shall find peace Christ is out there for those who seek. Destiny tests us at every corner,
By Steph Kutty2 years ago in Poets
Winter's Waltz: A Symphony of Snowflakes
In the crisp air of winter, a story unfolds, Whispers of snow, tales yet to be told. The world dressed in white, a frosty embrace,
By Aneg2 years ago in Poets
Ships Lost at Sea
We are continuously changing In some ways, there never was an old us We’re a living ship of Theseus Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Mirror
If my lips drip with Ruby red poison towards you, I must remember it is within me that bares this fruit, And while I process these subtle projections, I must remember to follow the tree branches down to the root,
By Serenitee2 years ago in Poets
But ...is it safe?
When you listen to my trauma, is it with compassion in your heart and kindness reflecting from the stars of your eyes? Or is there a seeping darkness beneath the windows of your soul, wounded, neglected, and out for blood as you etch every breath of my vulnerability into the pits of your cerebral? Is there a bubbling madness lurking within that I haven't discerned?
By Serenitee2 years ago in Poets
Esoteric Business
Amongst trials of the soul, Faced with tests of the integral. Kept a smile full of gold, And a chest remained of treasure.
By Unknown Sonrose2 years ago in Poets
Am I a Writer?
I’ve often asked myself Am I truly a writer? Even though the words only seem to flow At their own discretion. Even though the act of writing can feel tedious, forced, or frustrating.
By Lana2 years ago in Poets
Xs, Os and Ws
All the steps I’ve taken between there and here can be seen in the where, detailed in the when and, etched in the memory of the who.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Gray Sky Morning
I’ve just been through a dark night of the soul But I feel like I’m just a bit short of my goal Lost in the pitch dark I was reached by messages of a new attitude
By Stephanie Randall2 years ago in Poets