Mental Health

Give Me My Medication. Content Warning.
Your skin of molten sugar once made music Of broken violins: playing as no one could Listen, here: your voice behind your neck
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
You Must Be Angry
Have you ever made a mountain crop out of nothing? Or changed the course of a river? How about changed a king's mind? Have you caused autumn to become a winter? Or even talked a butterfly out of a cocoon? Could you do all these things if only you had a magic wand or just the right words for an incantation? I think not. Yet in your (Opti-mystic) arrogance you deny that something might be greater than yourself. It must be wonderful to be the master of your own world and being. But can you make it last forever? Nope!
By Shirley Belkabout a year ago in Poets
Mute
I'm mute, unable to open my lips and let the flood roar. It doesn't stop the waves crashing against my teeth, Doesn't eliminate the tide pulling my wishes to the tip
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
100 Days Of Grief
Petal blush rays, Penetrated my weary eyes, a tired haze. I hear Alexa’s automatic voice, Announcing the date with quiet rejoice.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Seek and You Shall Find
No matter who leaves you, don't forget that before he came, you were living alone. What you can't let go of is unwillingness.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
What is a Friend?
What is a Friend? In the tapestry of life, threads interlace, A bond beyond words, a warm embrace. A friend is a mirror, reflecting the soul, In laughter and sorrow, they make us whole.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Poets
Lost Memories
Fading shadows, dim and deep, Whispers of memories I long to keep. Faces drift like clouds in the night, Fragments lost beyond my sight.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Poets
The Solitude of Growth
A person's loneliness is very precious, because only in that kind of silence can you really hear your inner voice. A person's sadness, a person's tears, you face it truly, you accept it, you know that these are the lessons of life and the process of life.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Lacuna
I peer through the cracks, those gentle fissures that let the light in to fall in fractured heartlines on the ground. //
By Chloë J.about a year ago in Poets
Weekend
As weekend draws near. The anticipation rises. Relax and cheer. For its time to play & celebrate. Let worries dissapate.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
Not On My Birthday
Why you have me stressing over insurance on my birthday? Lol. Its out of my control and its out of your control. God will handle that.
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The Tulip
“My life isn’t perfect but I am thankful for what I have” What is “Perfection”? It is many different things to many different people.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiffabout a year ago in Poets