Mental Health

The Haunted Barn
The Haunted Barn They said don’t go, that place ain’t right but I was drawn there late one night The barn stood crooked, slats all bare
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Tracking Time
** It’s been seven hours and fifteen days Still, I can’t find the words to say I watched the hours all melt away From this human vessel of blood and clay
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Primal Screams
I imagine the pinhead That tears open the door Spilling the unsaid Flooding over the floor Releasing how I feel All at once, bursting free
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Let’s Take a Walk
Before you turn your biased views into what you deem as ultimate truths, please, come join me for a walk…👣 a walk in my shoes…👣
By Annie Edwards 8 months ago in Poets
Invisible Burn
Burning but not smokey No flames but still there’s pain Even without a bee it still stings Not visible but felt Both physical and mental
By L.I.E8 months ago in Poets
Not Your Life
Mind tainted by your words Decisions are made with your echo whispers Just let me be me Because my life is not your life
By L.I.E8 months ago in Poets
The Sword
"Word of the Lord Sharp as a sword Weapon in my mouth... There's no weapon that will prosper When I wear His armor devil, you've been warned
By Colleen Walters8 months ago in Poets
Why Chase Perfection When Peace Awaits?
There are always various imperfections in life. At this time, we need to learn to lower our standards appropriately and not care too much about certain things. Only by giving up self-blame and pickiness can you find your true self and happiness and joy.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing8 months ago in Poets
Cries Of Silence
My heartbeat races against my thoughts There they are, on the tip of my tongue Measuring myself to all my flaws Knowing I could never be enough
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Alice In Chains
my mind keeps hiding in rabbit holes completing the tasks shielding my soul exchanging real for masks like Alice in wonderland
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Monks and Minnows
My palace looks a bit different. Wrought with bars of iron and chilly nights, an altar made of concrete, a solace catered by fright.
By Natasha Collazo8 months ago in Poets
silently screaming
why does your smile make me feel like im burning alive? why can i feel your sadness leaking from my eyes? what's it called, when i feel what you show outside, inside?
By Courtney Ann8 months ago in Poets