Mental Health

The Second Face
I have worn so many faces that sometimes I forget which one is mine. There is the smile polished for company, bright enough to blind the question
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Poets
aluminium. Content Warning.
Eyes roll back Fingers begin to cramp There's a blitz, a bump, a blur And there's words on a page. The steady rush of urgency
By Ruby Red5 months ago in Poets
Somewhere In Between
There's a world inside that few can see, Where silence dances quietly. A mind that runs both fast and deep, While outwardly, it appears to be sleep.
By V5 months ago in Poets
sex with a grim reaper. Content Warning.
when night nears She opens a window for the cigarette smoke to escape She drifts off to sleep waiting for the Grim Reaper
By angelica lesly5 months ago in Poets
If I Can keep A Tear In
If I can keep a tear in, the moment can stay hidden. As I slide across the wet floor, never before ridden. In shoes I never should have worn,
By simplicity5 months ago in Poets
Photo Finish. Runner-Up in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
Might I love myself better by being honest Shining light on my deep, hidden truth Walking through memories, those of my fondest
By Marilyn Glover5 months ago in Poets
Luna
Dearest Luna, my oldest friend, It's me, Samantha. I like you most when you're full, shining in all your glory. No one makes fun of YOU for being big and round.
By Julie Lacksonen5 months ago in Poets
Recycled
Burnt orange fronds whoosh- maples squint, harvest flickers, leafing through my fall
By Marilyn Glover5 months ago in Poets
Burning Acid
Fire on the inside Burning acid Building pressure A painful release Leave you crying Screaming Ran out of the pink potion
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
When Does a Good Thing Become a Memory?
In this world, even the best things eventually fade. The most beautiful love can end in discord; the most cherished person may eventually leave; the most lively gatherings come to an end; and the most profound memories eventually dim. Even the most beautiful dreams eventually awaken.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing5 months ago in Poets
Flat
If I can keep a tear in, the moment can stay hidden As I slide across the wet floor, never before ridden In shoes I never should have worn,
By simplicity5 months ago in Poets
Outstages Café: Portals to Other Worlds. Content Warning.
Outstages Café: Portals to Other Worlds In a quiet corner of California, tucked between memory and melody, there stands a pink archway blooming with roses and musical notes. Locals call it Outstages Café, but those who’ve gone through know it’s more than a place, it’s a portal.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets