Mental Health
Purple Machine
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsAutism: A Recent Diagnosis
Autism, But I don’t Comprehend what this new Diagnosis means for my son--for our family. Emotional meltdowns Figure into our daily life, or
Eileen DavisPublished 5 months ago in PoetsInvisible Scars
In the quiet corridors of the heart, Where shadows linger and memories start, Lie wounds unseen by judging eyes, A symphony of silent, heartfelt cries.
Pet Sin
sometimes it is warm. the comfort of your presence, but still, a sinister company. breathing down my spine at night. shivers in my bed.
Natasha CollazoPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Silent Battle
In the hushed corridors of the mind's domain, Verse weaves tales of struggles, often arcane. "The Silent Battle," a collection profound,
Unkown Me?Published 5 months ago in PoetsHuman Aspirations
Ambitious and assertive Brilliantly brave Confident and creative Desperately trying to prove that I am Empowered and energetic
Reija SillanpaaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMonsters in the Night
And now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep But if I should wake in the night Be it not from getting a fright
Stephanie HoogstadPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCare
Inspired by the songs “Care” and "Inspire the Liars" by the rock band - Dance Gavin Dance. I no longer care but I still sympathize
J. K. AndersonPublished 5 months ago in PoetsI am a queen
In the mirror there is a pretty girl Why Is she looking at me? A reflection they say. What is that? Me, that must be.
HummingbirdPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBehind Icy Mirrors
another day warmth wishing ice on my skin where no one could see me so early in the morning out on the ice
sleepy draftsPublished 5 months ago in PoetsEmbracing the Eternal Now: The Illusion of Time:
\ In a world where time is often viewed as a linear progression from past to future, we find ourselves constantly yearning for what lies ahead. The illusion of time, with its promises of tomorrow's fulfillment, lures us into a perpetual cycle of anticipation and longing. But what if we could break free from this relentless pursuit of the future? What if we could live beyond the limitations of time and embrace the richness of the present moment?
Christopher EzehPublished 5 months ago in PoetsI Need a Nap
Day 29/366 days of writing pieces in 2024. I’m exhausted right now so the best thing to write about was exactly what I’m feeling.
Jennifer Lancaster @jenergy17Published 5 months ago in Poets