Mental Health

Anger
I can feel the rage Pumping through my veins Letting it stage Before the rain --------------------------------- When feelings are strong
By Vivian Rose11 months ago in Poets
Journal Entry: Drowning in the Silence. Content Warning.
There’s a weight inside me that no one else can see. i'm alone.... It doesn’t sit on my chest like an obvious burden, it seeps into my bones, making everything feel heavier, slower, more exhausting.
By Cai Fox11 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Their Words
"What have you done? What have you learned?" Their voices echo, their questions burn. "Urwa, you're slacking, wasting your years!"
By Ellie11 months ago in Poets
a lone alone one
Shadows Talks When Humans Don't silence walks when hearts crack In between the busy town you can still find a lone alone one
By Karun 11 months ago in Poets
Love Never Chose Him
He said love never chose him only hatred But if love ever showed up would he choose it Do he even know what real love is
By L.I.E11 months ago in Poets
I was conned out of everything I owned
I was conned out of everything I owned I fell in love with words, your words inspired me. Yet a few months down the road,
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
The Power of the Pen
The Power of the Pen A simple stick of ink and grace, A quiet tool, a slender face. Yet in its tip, a world resides, A storm of thoughts the mind provides.
By Budhirai Tripura11 months ago in Poets
Good Narcissist?
? Good Narcissist? by Ross E F Lombardi... ? I was thinking about the power that Narcissists have. The power they wield and misuse.
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi11 months ago in Poets
Dance of Fire
The Eternal Dance of Fire In the heart of the night, a spark is born, A flicker, a whisper, a golden thorn. It kisses the dark with a burning sigh,
By Budhirai Tripura11 months ago in Poets
A SINGULAR PERSON.
I am not a sum of parts, not a list, not a tally or an aim. Not the color of my skin or the weight of my name, not the country that birthed me, not the accent on my tongue,
By Marvelous Michael11 months ago in Poets
Oh Canada…I apologize for the rude interruption.
It seems that we’ve spread an awful infection. Brought on by our cancerous election. Neighbors to your south, once tame and caring.
By Lamar Wiggins11 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Confidence of Being Yourself
This sentence really hits the nail on the head. I find that people feel a lot more relaxed after giving up on "self-explanation" because it is so difficult for people to understand each other. Once you start explaining, you have to keep explaining and proving yourself. In the end, it is only to prove to others: "I am me, I am like this."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets