Stream of Consciousness

SCARY MOTHER
She once asked me to kill her Instead of saying sorry, Who, in their right mind, would do that? Leaving me alone in the dark forest
By Moon Desert11 days ago in Poets
Sweetie Bird’s Beak-Moving Blues
Introduction: Sweetie Bird’s Beak-Moving Blues By Vicki Lawana Trusselli "I’ve heard the whispers in the writer's groups. I’ve seen the headlines. According to the internet, AI is currently busy plotting a global takeover while simultaneously stealing our creative souls. It’s a great script for a sci-fi thriller and having worked in the film industry, I know a good plot when I see one.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 days ago in Poets
Change
Change. It comes unexpectedly, just like trees when the leaves change colour with the seasons, It's the light breeze that softly whispers, "I dare you," in your ears,
By Carol Ann Townend11 days ago in Poets
A Twisted Truth
When I tried to get closer, they met me with hostility. When I attempted to speak, my words twisted. I tried to correct what I thought was an error, only to find there was no error.
By Moon Desert11 days ago in Poets
A Children's book
The thin book you must open To find what still is there A glimpse of what is waiting Memories of four wooden chairs The smell of Saturday morning.
By Raine Fielder11 days ago in Poets
Annoyance
World, why are you so annoying? *** Every voice played over the TV or phone, The bathroom fan, Not waking up on time, Unable to write much,
By Amethyst Champagne11 days ago in Poets
awake at two
you attack no, you smile first then attack knife— yeah knife in my back i pull it out i always do
By Tina D. Lopez11 days ago in Poets
v o r a c i t y {d i s t i l l e d} . Top Story - March 2026.
i am living fully i see what is here and feel deep wonder i love simple pleasures and sit still long enough to enjoy them
By Kristen Balyeat11 days ago in Poets
v o r a c i t y
i am gulping rain straight from the sky and feasting on color-drenched sunsets i am completely undone by wonder i am pressing into ocean shores, breathing in the tickling mist of waves as the sand gobbles up my feet into its unseen world
By Kristen Balyeat11 days ago in Poets
I wasn't going to write a poem today but there's a deadline and therefore I will write a poem today
Do you ever get a feeling That everything is a wee bit fucked? A tingling of the neck A look over the back
By Matthew J. Fromm11 days ago in Poets
SUCKER PUNCH
"I am not here to be measured... By your RULER. By your comfort. By your fear. By the reality you name and rename at will,
By Kristen Keenon Fisher11 days ago in Poets
I Wrote A Book of Poems
Hello All! I am coming back to the Vocal Community with exciting news. I formerly had an account under the name Hufflecup. I know I had a few regular readers of my poems. I stepped away from this website to work on getting my poems published and IT WORKED!
By Bill Carney11 days ago in Poets