Mental Health

To write
To write is an art of revealing, And then feel the century-old layers peeling. * To write is to search and find the turbulent thoughts
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Ripples. Top Story - July 2024.
We are all just ancient cosmic vessels of organic energy and memories. In love with violence, sex, heartbreak and constantly creating enemies.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
:Acceleration:Pt:3:. Content Warning.
Me. Try not feel this way. Me. Found the ways to go backwards. Me. Continue having repetition of situations. Me. Echoes for a helping hand.
By R0ME02 years ago in Poets
The Ultimate Goodbye. Content Warning.
I never thought I would see this day, Much less see the news first online. How did I NOT SEE the signs? Would things be different?
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
Bones
I’m not a hoarder nor supporter, I collect disorder. I’m out of order with my order so I jump the border. Break the recorder, rob the skateboarder of his quarters
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
The Troubles Of The Unknown
Often, we lose ourselves in the uncertainty of what lies ahead of us. Not many people could be considered ''tough'' enough, to cope with the pressure that comes with it. Nevertheless, we need not be the toughest people, a little bit of curiosity, is all we need to be set free.
By Gkirntian Vasili2 years ago in Poets
I wish this feeling wasn't real
Every day, the suffering continues. It reaches deep into my heart. I drink coffee to ease the pain. But it continues non-stop.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
They think I'm insane
I wish it could go away. It's no longer possible to conceal it. My heart became filled with grief and pain. What I'm experiencing is odd.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Letting Go With Grace
Every day is like a dance floor on which individuals meet and interact, some for the entirety of their existence and others just for some time. Love and truth are two of the most important things in our lives and we should hold close to us those who keep them within ourselves.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
:Acceleration 2:. Content Warning.
Myself. Hears the birds sing their sweet melodies. Myself. One day had a breeze came along, and nudged him off the branch.
By R0ME02 years ago in Poets
Bittersweet Distance
With every word spoken, Every word gone unsaid- The space between us grows, Thickens, warps, changes us. Borne out of necessity,
By Emily Kitty2 years ago in Poets
Steering From Learned Tendencies. Content Warning.
Please note: This is something I wrote several years ago. I want to share it, because I find a poetic beauty in the things I wrote during my darkest of times - even at my hardest of moments, I was still able to write, to let it out in a beautifully expressive way. A way to capture moments in time, thoughts and feelings that I had to hide for many years.
By Emily Kitty2 years ago in Poets