Mental Health

A Little Break
A little slip through the cracks It's too easy Because when the world smothers Liquidates, and your bones turn to jelly It's hard not to
By Belleabout a year ago in Poets
Willing
Joy is a willing thing if you are patient enough to look for her. You can find her in the wafts of steam swirling over
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Little Me...
Dear Little Me, I'm so sorry that you never felt seen or heard. I'm so sorry you never felt liked or understood. I'm so sorry you spent so many hours alone because the world overwhelmed you. I'm so sorry that you were called weird, stupid, deaf, white girl. I'm sorry your weight, your nose, the gap in your teeth, your skin color made you the butt of so many jokes. I'm so sorry that you told yourself crying alone was the only right thing to do. I'm so sorry that when you grow up you won't want to rock the boat with those that say they love you because you're afraid they'll stop. I'm so sorry you were born the oldest. Im so sorry that so much weight and pressure was put on your shoulders you didn't even know what it was to be a child...
By LiciaEmberabout a year ago in Poets
Love
Once you find the need to stop and admire sunny trees, you’ll acquire the deed required to protect and breed sacred sanctuaries of honey bees.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
Anyway....
* It seems that I've forgotten or can no longer believe When it comes to how I feel I'm not a fan of me Like a flower breaking ground
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Unto the Breach
frustration seeps in, /sexydirtysuperstardom/ when the mind wanders to parallel dreams, unfulfilled lives I - I could be the one you hum with
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Don't Forget Your Sunscreen
* You sound like an angel, he whispered to me But I dance way better than I sing I’ve got an old halo on my rear view
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
A Year of Growth and Reflection
Every year I am bent on running for my love alone. Time flies so fast. It is also worth noting that the outstanding year of 2024 is also drawing to a close. Everyone has had tributes, victories, defeats, innovations, and slips in this year. The year is almost over soon it will be a new year. As per the calendar, the year is normal but not plain.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Becoming Undone
My body Moved to the door without my consent and slid it closed behind my back. Even she is trying to save me from myself.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
Critical Victim
Eyes sleek with lonely tears, Your heart cries out when no one hears, You know not of whom you are today, As you listen to what they all say,
By Hazel Steeleabout a year ago in Poets
NUMB
Sometimes i sit in my dark,humid room and wonder If everything ends in death, why bother? Why try hard to do everything in sequences?
By Harydo Neonabout a year ago in Poets