Mental Health

This House. Runner-Up in Things You Can’t Say Out Loud Challenge. Content Warning.
No matter how many times I rearrange the furniture, or vacuum the floors, wash my sheets- this will always be the house that my dad told me it felt like I killed his daughter.
By Riley Forest7 months ago in Poets
Spontanous flow
So, existing without love and without conversation seems like a human component of being, but it is so distant from true reality. It seems like the only kind of intimacy, but it is so closed in its action, lacking development and openness. Sometimes I don't even know how, but I still hope that one day I will meet someone with whom I don't have to transform into someone I'm not just to keep the conversation going, and the connection crystallizes. Maybe one day, without words, we will find each other, and communication will be easy, smooth, and a wellspring of boundless curiosity of both minds. It will be as if silence transformed into a moment of enlightenment just before the unfolding of the dialogue of life, undefeated by the surrounding world and transcending it, as if touching the noise that envelops us but creating a new kind of coherence.
By Lightness7 months ago in Poets
Frayed Strings, Tired Eyes
When fate insists, I can’t help but listen Maybe everything is meaningless But I would like to believe That the universe has a plan
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
The Cat Who Thinks He Owns the Chair
The Cat Who Thinks He Owns The Chair I bought this chair, I paid in full, It swivels, rocks, and screams “old school.” It’s padded nice, it hugs my spine,
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
💔 I Fell in Love with Someone I Could Never Have
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Everything We met during our first year of college, in a class neither of us cared about — “Intro to World Literature.” She sat next to me by accident on the second day, because someone had taken her usual seat. She wore a dark blue hoodie with coffee stains on the sleeves and her hair was in a messy bun.
By Muhammad Abbas khan7 months ago in Poets
War—A New Beginning
Why do you care? War nobody roars The winner loses Everybody on the floor You can ignore it But it's happening
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
Living the Dream. Content Warning.
I dreamed of waking Orphaned, a waif on the breeze Fled into the trees A poorly hidden changeling. Aware of the sylvan barrier obstructing my entrance to human society. With creeping darkness constantly encroaching, taunting from the edges of my distorted periphery. With no apparent recourse or escape, no map to my own fairy tale cottage babbling by the brook, I bided my time.
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Broken Mirror
Take off the mask, sweet thing. I can see you, lying through your teeth. You think that you’re hiding, but it’s right there on your sleeve.
By Kahsia Solaire7 months ago in Poets
Symphony of Symptoms
Every day is a symphony of symptoms, An array of ailments, Some new bodily defects that arise as I arise from my bed in the morning with the sun.
By Riley Forest7 months ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
"Sun-Kissed Blossom"
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
"Sentinel of the Sky"
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets