Mental Health

In This Skin
When it started You were the voice I was the silence You held the power I was just a child Who obediently cowered I was so young
By Alyssa Musso9 months ago in Poets
GASLIGHTING is WAR. Content Warning.
I turned off the news. I had a conversation with Sweetie Bird. This is what we wrote, created, & produced. Honestly, my bird is a connoisseur of music.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Foundations of A Lie
A falsehood follows the truth, and the truth follows a lie What’s the point of blending dark and light colors Lie is lie, truth is truth
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Poets
Her Shadow And Reflection.
First, she saw her shadow, She was dirty, Impure, Unworthy, Useless, And Unloved, She glared at her shadow, She was disgusted with herself,
By Carol Ann Townend9 months ago in Poets
Whispers Beneath Pines and Petals
Whispers of the Mountain Beneath tall trees where mountains rise, A lake reflects the painted skies. A boy kneels low in flowers fair,
By Mukhtiar Ahmad9 months ago in Poets
White
These precious pearls Hang around my neck Like a thoughtful gift One that would blind My pure fragile eyes With a radiant white shine
By Alyssa Musso9 months ago in Poets
Doomers and rotters and ad-bots to the rescue
They started by giving us telepathy through digital scenes We could read the whole damn world through our facebook screens
By Sam Spinelli9 months ago in Poets
The Storm
I fear the storm To stare at the horizon And see the looming wall of rain Beneath gray foreboding clouds I fear the storm
By Ian Read9 months ago in Poets
What If?
What if… What if I never meet the love of my life? What if I do, and I’m not good enough for her? What if her smile lights a thousand seas, and I’m the rocks in between?
By Simon George9 months ago in Poets
Will Passion Rebirth You?
Find a hobby that you truly love, then devote your time and patience to it regardless of the cost, and work hard to hone it. What you will gain is not just a hobby that you can show off; more importantly, you will be reborn.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
Looking Glass
Mirrors hang on every wall Tacked on ceilings Lining halls I wonder long what dark Atrocities On their faces loomed?
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Poets
White
He inherited the tightly folded linens, starched corners, brittle creases, bleached until they could no longer recall every harsh argument around the table
By Ellie Hoovs9 months ago in Poets