Mental Health

Just another girl
~Please listen to the sound while you read!! :)~ ~ ~ ~ When she jumps off the roof she won't be remembered as the girl who never tried
By Kodahabout a year ago in Poets
short of
stop short of the minority. no benefits on this fringe; the size of my sizzle alone is enough to stop short of me. stop short of an alien,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
The Hermit, The Outcast
As the days grow dark and stormy, And the cold begins to set in, I feel myself grow lonely, And my thick skin start to thin...
By Mat Barnsleyabout a year ago in Poets
The Beauty Of A Breeze
The beauty of a breeze invisible to sight, except for swaying shrubs and the rustling of leaves. Your soft essence washes over me with ease, bringing such delight, tickling my face, your gust hits me like a kiss and leaves me amazed, as my every worry you erase, then almost flirtatiously you motion to me with the trees.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
A Defective Definition
Labels Extension cables Tether me to the ground. Name tag Confidence lag Restricting thoughts pound. Titles Wretched idols
By Sloane Pearceabout a year ago in Poets
The Taste of Goodbye
Slowly cresting the hill again, red tail lights glimmer and sparkle in the pavement. Softer by the second, the crunching roll of tires on gravel subsides to the whispers of a misty rain on grass.
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
Sensations
A bright yellow sphere sinks quietly on the horizon to cast elegant shades of pink on the clouds, The surf breaks yet again, its quiet sounds lulling the very beach.
By Muhammad Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Sensing Rage
Oh the taste of salivary anger. Look ahead at rage. All you see is danger. I feel the heat on my skin it’s hell of fury. Steamed like overcooked food. I smell fury.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
The Importance of Being True to Yourself
For years I tried to make sense of myself and my place in society which seems so very loud nowadays. To the outside world, it seemed to be a wonderful place where you can be whoever you want to be but that was not the case as there were always messages from the society and the media on what I needed to become and what should be valued. I also forgot who I am, as I concentrated on meeting other people’s demands and fulfilling their needs.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Grandma’s House
Gritty cold hardwood planks hurt my knees and ankles as I crawl around. Bleach meets coffee, while Spanish spices and fragrances of fresh laundry dance in the foreground, they tickle my nostrils fighting for dominance, simultaneously creating a unique scent that one would have to smell.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Regret
What was the need to send me to the world? When I was meant to be a matter of regret. I was always a failure as well as a loser,
By Nizam Uddin Apouabout a year ago in Poets
Expose
I see the illusion with my physical eyes I hear false information I taste nothing but bland flavor of deception I smell the stench of multiple lies
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Poets