Mental Health

One Man War
Sometimes I get down on my hands and knees And pray to a God that doesn't listen. A deity I don't believe in, Just to get something out into the void.
By Ashley Lima3 years ago in Poets
Dreaming Of Fall
Tick Tock the clock stalks Hours that lead into Fall Orange, Red, Yellow, Brown Poem "Dreaming of Fall" Remastered 2026 by Teresa Joiner. Originally on Vocal 2021, updated 2026. For sequel to Tragic Boulevard. New art 2026 with TJ logo. © 2021/2026 Teresa Joiner
By Teresa Joiner4 years ago in Poets
novel romance. Content Warning.
he says he wants me to write him like a graphic romance novel- we both wonder how much is he really worth my imagination?
By ⸘jason alan‽4 years ago in Poets
Pick, Scratch, Itch . Content Warning.
These once so sacred arms became animated landmines. Years of Self Practice of the art. Scabbed over and picked off, till every inch of skin becomes smooth.
By Ghoulishtale Studios4 years ago in Poets
WICKED SPELL
In a dream I was walking Out of my shell, I had found myself. Happy like out of a fairytale. Awakening from this illusion;
By Teresa Joiner5 years ago in Poets
THORN OF A ROSE 🌹
Many have said that I have changed, Like the seasons; The atmosphere slowly fades. What made me this way in the first place?
By Teresa Joiner5 years ago in Poets
Chemistry
So I'm hanging with my Fenty, Addy, Xanny, Molly, Mary, all my favorite girls. I'm Looking for that H, that N2O, that THC,
By Riley Forest5 years ago in Poets
IN CIRCLES
You and I were as one, Incompatible like the moon and sun, Your touch haunted my dreams of a captivating love. In your brown eyes, there's only lust.
By Teresa Joiner5 years ago in Poets
the hunter; the hunted; the hunt. Content Warning.
from between my lips, the great white-lies are feeding on anything they can sink their teeth into. jagged fangs ready for action as the frenzied schools amass in the shallows, and the vast depths of consciousness are left vacated as i myself become one with the predator, the prey, and the waves of thought washing over my body. unintelligible motions seeking to consume, seeking to escape, seeking to prove an eagerness and ability to exist.
By ⸘jason alan‽5 years ago in Poets
Illusions
Hard to remember not to judge a book by its cover Because a gem that's hidden doesn't reflect any light How long can it hope, to one day shine it's light
By JM5 years ago in Poets
That Mockingbird Won't Sing
When I was small I saw the world with stars in my eyes. Flower petals danced in the wind and sunsets kissed the earth beneath my feet.
By Rae Janney5 years ago in Poets
This Little Light of Mine . Content Warning.
If it wasn't for her, I would live within consistent down pours. Just like the calm before a raging storm.. gusts of guilt placing heavily with in my heart
By Ghoulishtale Studios6 years ago in Poets