Mental Health

Where Peace Stands
Peace. Our peace. Peace on Earth. Where? Beneath the flags? Behind the borders? Between the graves? Beside the mourners? In hands no ceasefire saves?
By Laura Janeabout a month ago in Poets
Finally Free
Finally Free I learned to quiet every sound, to measure every word, to watch the way the silence changed before a single word was heard.
By ChezaLunaabout a month ago in Poets
Feign
It's true that I have never witnessed true love, and yes, true, that I have childlike dreams; in none of them had I forgiven you
By Sara Wynnabout a month ago in Poets
Marionette
My weakened legs, from having been strung up by the duplicit puppet master king-- His Majesty was done with me. Strings? Cut,
By Sara Wynnabout a month ago in Poets
Set Me Free
Pages of words that mean nothing against the red of blood that's drawing its parallels of contrast against my alabaster skin...
By Logan Stanislawabout a month ago in Poets
Night Has a Different Kind of Gravity
Night has a different kind of gravity. It presses against the ribs, pulls thought downward, tilts the floorboards until even silence begins to slide.
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a month ago in Poets
THE HAUNTED ELECTRIC CHAIR
THE HAUNTED ELECTRIC CHAIR They kept the old electric chair In a prison long shut down, Where broken windows faced the yard On the edge of a forgotten town.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
THE NIGHT THE ALIENS TOOK ME
THE NIGHT THE ALIENS TOOK ME A spaceship beamed a silver light And landed in the snow, Then little creatures wandered out From where, I didn’t know.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Crazy ex social club
I wonder (read: fear) how you might one day find this. Will your phone chime, “ Bro… this your ex?” Might you discover it on your own? That I doubt, at least, it being safely hidden away in writing.
By Veronica Wrenabout a month ago in Poets
MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY
MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY I was only fifteen when I thought that I knew love, too young to see the warning signs, too young to know enough. I believed him when he told me I was everything he’d need, and when you’re fifteen and in love, your heart is easy to mislead.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
MAD DOGS DON’T CRY
MAD DOGS DON’T CRY Mad dogs don’t cry, Or so people say, They bite at the darkness, Then wander away. Nobody asks them, What happened before, What made them keep scratching, At one bolted door.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
A SUMMER BEST FORGOTTEN
A SUMMER BEST FORGOTTEN It started that summer, With sunshine and rain, And ended with memories, I buried in pain. We walked by the river, Your hand holding mine, Believing that summer, Would always be fine.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets