Mental Health
Guilted Cage
What did I do it for? I look back at time… I see all the wrong turns. No reason to rhyme. My path was so clear at one point in my life, when I was still new, and the world had yet to decide why it was wrong to be me the way that I am—unchained and unfettered, out of want, not demand.
By Glory Annaabout a year ago in Poets
A Testament to the Human Spirit
I never regret being nice to anybody, even if I wrong myself by misjudging the person, even if I am let down, even if I am stuck into a wall, it is because I am nice to you, it does not mean therefore how nice are you, just because I am nice.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Cryptic in Triptych
Prologue Streams of consciousness, for me at least, often lead me and us (where us read me) to interrogate, investigate and conflate the very fibres that make up the me and who that might be. Even when starting along, pulling the anchor aboard and setting adrift on poetic currents and craftship mastery, the still ebb and flow leads towards choppier waters of warring and debating, embracing and debasing ponderings on existence.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
