Mental Health
QuietLoud
The quiet's gotten loud, and the loud's gone quiet; and change is not allowed, so we don't even try it. It's easier than ever to live and die alone; rehearsing 'till forever, how to lie beneath a stone. Once again I'm here, on the dark side of a portal that's in my hand and head, and shows me the world, all flashing and spinning in and out of control clashing and winning, at the bargain price of a soul. We are dying of this noise, that we cannot live without; We are dying of this noise, that we cannot live without. We tune in to it all, just to tune all of it out. The QuietLoud, the QuietLoud, the QuietLoud.
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a month ago in Poets
“Tit for Tat. Splat. Fuck That.” “No More Explaining”
Some pieces aren’t written from anger, they’re written from understanding. This is one of those pieces. After a lifetime of being nudged, shaped, or boxed in by people who misunderstood empathy for weakness, I finally chose to speak with clarity instead of silence.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
Muse-ical
Inspiration From her tuneful spring It skitters Electric rays Strike me hard To the fragmentation of My spirit I let it clear the way Reconstructing the hidden reality Stored on an internal drive Programmed at my creation Hiding behind my heart Ruling my mind But never functioning by design
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets
