Mental Health
This Is Not For Metrics
We shared a poem today. Emotionally raw and quite devastating. I watched my wife cry as they wrote. I held them when they pressed, 'submit'. Yes submit. Place your vulnerabilities out into the world—for understanding, for solidarity, for survival. For peace.
By River and Celia in Underland 9 months ago in Poets
Mastering Time, Discovering Calm
If one day, you no longer seek love but just love; you no longer crave success but just do it; you no longer pursue empty growth but just start to cultivate your temperament, then everything in your life will truly begin.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
Dead Wait
I lie in wait but couldn't cut the dead weight. Smothered by the arid wind of your avarice. Frosty chill of your cold exterior. Frigid demeanor lost in the translation of your soul. Brittle like petals but you couldn't rip me apart from my stem. You are rotten and pathetic to the core. I've had enough for excessive torment. Fed up with spineless morons and arrogant malice. I collected heads for my amusement but now I sever them to keep my peace. You always ridiculed my scales but they were made of dragon flame. This crown of serpents rivals your failed attempt at a villainous coup. With my ascension goes your felonious escapade. I stared daggers in your direction but have yet to seize your life. Turning you into stone is on my to do list. You forced this place to be a tundra but it was always meant to be a sanctum. You treated me like roadkill even when I was convinced I still needed you. I am prepared for the slaughter while you still lie in cowardice. I asked to be left alone to my own pain. I begged for peace in my quest for serenity. I requested reprieve because I couldn't harbor any more grudges. This bloodshed is of your own doing. You couldn't leave me in shambles. You had to return to reduce me to further ruin. I wasn't lost in the ashes small enough to not cause any more harm. My very existence was a reminder I had survived your wrath. I could prove your unworthiness and this was worse than any twisted truth you could manipulate. I didn't want this. I wanted my space to soothe my wounds. You brought out the Medusa in me and this Gorgon is out for your blood. I will build a shrine in honor of my peace of mind. My asylum will lay undisturbed. A haven where you cannot enter. My refuge will be safe from hostile hands. A tranquility of solace and relief. When will this be over? When my Everest is rid of your cruel indifference? I don't want your amnesia. I want your head in my grasp so I can finally rest in solitude. You've given me no choice. I have to do this.
By Anna Torres9 months ago in Poets
