Mental Health

Letting Go of the Need to Be Right
I appreciate that you did not ask me about the result since not having to address that issue relieves me. The destination may not even be important, what it is at the end of the road may not be important. Previously, people just did not wish to yield.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
I Don't Love You
I don't need you Cause I don't miss you I don't want you Cause I don't love you I hope you find this more colourful I hope you find this more wonderful I hope you find this more meaningful I hope you find this more useful I don't want to say loud Cause I don't love you I don't want to say bye Cause I don't love you I hope you find this more colourful I hope you find this more wonderful I hope you find this more meaningful I hope you find this more useful I don't need Cause I don't miss I don't want Cause I don't love
By Rahul Roaring RCabout a year ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
vows of allegiance
these words are not mine they can be heard but don't think i've claimed them don't believe they're blooming or meaningful
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
pages hidden
afraid to see the words on paper that it is not me that it really is him that unmanageable, and totally that out of my control
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
take alternatives. Content Warning.
the hierophant, the backwards fool, and the emperor all find justice together, but just between us it looks good, for a thin surface
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
From Whispered Grief to Eruptive Memory
a tempest won't rip through the streets of your town neither will the rain pelt the surface of the earth more or less than it did the day before or will
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Price You Pay
That isn’t my stuff It's no longer my home I called your bluff Now I’m alone A choice that I made And I had to make it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Drifting
They tell me who to be in life. They tell me what to do. They tell me I should act my age. But it’s not telling the truth
By Noah Nelsonabout a year ago in Poets
Ok, I admit it.... Content Warning.
. Ok, I admit it... By Ross e f Lombardi. . Ok, I admit It. I admit that I am struggling a little bit. I admit I am bruising my own soul a little bit.
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Poets
What You Don't know
* The slickest trick the devil has Is convince you he does not exist He smiles and he revels as He hides the poison on his lips
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Stubborn Or Stupid
The way is fragile The lines are hard Life, it's a battle Giving calico scars I remember the beginning Don’t know when it slipped away
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets