Mental Health

Life Can Lick My Lollipop
The disappointments of delusional cogs punch my gut; I reach to the edge of the ledge of my life; wedged in, there’s no more rock. Trying to let go of what I imagined life would be, the bleakness is blighted. A blank base bangs a big bone drum, raw to the core, to the door, to the floor, back to my cantankerous, cancerous inner war.
By Chantal Christie Weiss7 months ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
They do not speak in syllables or sound, Yet in their fall, a truth is found. The leaves, once green and full of song,
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Poets
the shadows of my reflection
a test of my faith therein lies the conflict the script has begun no cast but my audience unmistakable for love main-character arrogance
By ⸘jason alan‽7 months ago in Poets
Am I good enough?
Have you ever had the Thought that you aren’t Good enough? That you are to damaged To be in a relationship With someone.
By Jeremy White7 months ago in Poets
Alone In This World
Alone in this world is what I am, A silent echo, a fading lamb. Alone with no one to hold my hand, Just drifting shadows and empty sand.
By Shai Anderson7 months ago in Poets
Floor Staring
Have you ever collapsed in the middle of your own life? Not in some dramatic, cinematic way—no. I mean silently. Quietly. So softly that no one even notices.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Poets
Starve Trouble, Find Inner Peace
A long time ago, I was a very argumentative person. Whether online or in real life, if I thought something was wrong or someone said something incorrect, I’d jump in to argue with them. I genuinely believed I was "defending justice," "not being bullied," and "making my position clear."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Poets
Almost, But Not Quite
I. My mama was taught to say Columbus discovered something. My grandma, too. Same lie, different desk. They called it progress,
By T. E. Door7 months ago in Poets
The World Is Built on Quiet Things
Tilda does not flinch at us, does not ask for names. She only drinks, only waits— closer to peace than the poems we write.
By khalid7 months ago in Poets
This is, Just One of many contradictory truths.. Content Warning.
This is, Just One of many contradictory truths. By Ross E F Lombardi. . The facts are these. Everyone uses everyone.
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi7 months ago in Poets
If I Told You the Truth About Me
If I Told You the Truth About Me By [waseem khan] If I told you the truth about me, you’d stop seeing the mask I wear as my real face.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Poets
Maybe
Maybe one day you’ll wake up and say that it’s not too late… That you’re in a better place now and you’re ready to show up
By Zoe Antinori7 months ago in Poets