Mental Health

post-storm
lightning crackles hard, locked in the eye of the storm, leaving past behind
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
my brain’s variegated ribbons
dark corridors dance, flashed with colours at once, burst, sky’s lighted up room
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets
The Reset
It is not an easy thing, resetting the mind. * Running on autopilot for so long, memories morph into beliefs, into patterns, into habits,
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
Is Self-Preservation Paramount in Life?
Whether you are before anyone in the world, if you do not have anything to pay him, there is no need to bow down or be rude. I tell you your weakness will make the other person look down on you even more. What is this? To be soft-hearted and embarrassed will only result in killing yourself. Reasoning and repulsiveness are the means to exist.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Shimmering Moon
A shimmering moon Unreachable like my goals Still I reach for both
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
The Outsiders Song
I was born into a world where hearts are cold, A family in name, but distant and bold. The love I craved, I never found,
By Erin Perezabout a year ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: Stories From An Honest Library
these tales of torment, are telltale signs, of exactly what they tell‐ signs that do not lie and if i am not to lie either, then‐
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
No Return
There is nowhere to come back to I don’t know if it’s because I made a mistake Or if there was never a place to return to
By Rain about a year ago in Poets
Loss
Staring up at stars, I remember your sweet face, Praying you look back.
By Sian N. Cluttonabout a year ago in Poets
March of Death
With each breath We take one step closer To it all being over Not over over But the end of our world as we know it A new and uncharted era
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Are People Really Constantly Changing?
The position that exists in life today is not the same position that existed yesterday and will not be the same position that it will be in the next few days. Days pass, years go by, one is replaced by another, flowers grow and die and so do men and women. Thus, people can be changed a lot, or let us say, transformed personally.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
I used to read proverbs
I once had found a saying wise It danced before my very eyes But when time came to show I knew I could not tell what I should do
By Ashley McMahonabout a year ago in Poets