Mental Health

"Rising through Chaos."
She’s chaos wrapped in fragile grace, Yet never quits the endless race. Her dreams seem distant, out of reach, But still, she climbs—one step, one breach.
By Riya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
A Forest of Dreams
Among thousands of choices, I always choose to do it. Those things that I think are worthwhile, I may do well, or I may make a mess, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is that I worked hard for it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
To the ones who told me that I was too much
To the ones who told me that I was too much Radiance in its mirth smiles in the abundance of glee, In its glory, it holds the light that sets your darkness free.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Peace; The Great Escape
I look to the sky To escape life’s confusion Houdini freedom
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
This one day.
Sunsets look different when you view them through the eyes of limited time.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Weather Balloons and Other Dark Plots (Did We All Forget?)
Did we all forget? The lengths the corrupt go to, When hiding bad deeds?
By Jackie Barrowsabout a year ago in Poets
A Simple Bird
Fly freely and far, Wings spread out against the wind, Innocent creature.
By Jackie Barrowsabout a year ago in Poets
"PSYCHOLOGY OF PROJECTION". Content Warning.
I wrote these lyrics today after watching bites from the rump rally in Square Gardens. It was full of anger & hate & bigotry. The bigots called Puerto as a garbage dump. I was so angry at the bigots. I wrote a song, composed some music, and a short video to spout out to the world that Latin people are cool. Puerto Ricans rock. So, I chose a blend of music, LATIN ROCK, SALSA, ROCK, PUNK
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Till my Last Breath
I scream, I shout I need an escape, A potential way out It's not an ideal fate But this pain is far more than I can take
By Mercedes Chavezabout a year ago in Poets
27 Club. Top Story - October 2024.
Almost 28 - made it halfway to safety. Can't give up now, but I'm losing it lately. Pausing on dreams cause these agents might hate me,
By Ashley Limaabout a year ago in Poets
Not Found
So many things written down Yet, one cannot be found An error in judgment A place that was never meant to be A place that is better without me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Internet
Communication Far away... for some. Had to talk yesterday. Lost family... to play. Now, very rural. Just only a phone, a computer.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets