Mental Health

Sleep (or lack thereof)
I'm fighting sleep. Struggling against it, tugging at me, trying to kidnap, my mind unless maybe I could dream of her
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
monday
Today The world feels jagged Rough Hard Chilly + Today My eyes feel heavy Itchy Tic Tic + When I give in Shut them My bed calls to me She serenades me Soft Warm Welcoming
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Poets
If It Were in My Power…
If It Were in My Power… If it were in my power, I’d build a city, a magical tower. Where the flutter of doves in their gentle flight Would turn life’s song into endless delight. Where jingling breaths, like anklets, sing, And senses soak in the hues of spring. Where the moon would never fade or wane, And moonlight’s fabric would gently sustain The barren souls of a thirsty earth, Clothing their hearts with endless worth.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
The Desolate Evening
The Desolate Evening A sorrowful evening, a grieving heart, and endless solitude, Everywhere stretches the boundless emptiness of loneliness.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
Coping
Thumb to fingertips and deep breaths, I am pulling out old coping skills, repeating mantras in the dark. I am pushing through nausea like a pro,
By Kay Husnickabout a year ago in Poets
What Became Of You ?
What became of you, with your wisdom of life? Why are you silent now? Tell me, what became of you? You parted ways, chasing new destinations, I lost my path after losing you; what became of you?
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
"WE LIVE IN A BUBBLE OF RUBBLE". Content Warning.
I toned down my anger from the election. I must move forward with love, light, peace, and eventually understanding. We are here on Earth for a short while amidst all the chaos and hateful rhetoric of 2024. Freedom, equality, and love for all.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Forget-Me-Not
I planted you years ago. Then, I forgot about you. I'd only remember from time to time, Pop up for water and maybe sunlight too?
By Caitabout a year ago in Poets
Hold On
Hold on To every idea, principle, and concern First instilled in those days of foundation Follow the scent To the very ends
By William Rolloabout a year ago in Poets
Paranoia or Pareidolia
the faces they stare (always searching) from places they shouldn't (always hoping) as they rip and they tear (always searching for answers)
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Create a portrait where I smile while I weep
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
You’ll never return, I had to say
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets