Mental Health

Invisible Warriors
Things that happen to us not because there is something wrong with us but there is something and very not okey with the people around us
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 2 months ago in Poets
July 30
As much as I say reparo; nothing is fixed. If only I could write with my pencil, I would probably erase half of the book, my book.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jean2 months ago in Poets
One-Sided
Hopes and dreams I hear your screams Beauty and peace Tearing you apart piece by piece True love's grace Tears upon your face
By Mother Combs2 months ago in Poets
Untitled Storm
maybe the curse is the rain, perhaps the sunshine, that seems like it will never end, or come again, and then it does both, and everything, falls to gray, and broken clouds, again, I hold your hand, I scream, I end, I snap back to where I begin, I apologize, and look into your eyes, begin to say, not again, and it hurts, but i'm telling the truth that it hurts, that I'm sorry, that I won't do it again, but goddamn, it rises like the moon, and when I'm ready, it's always too soon, and when I'm late, it's fate, and when I cry, it's to say goodbye, again, and again, and again, this cycle will never end, but it will always begin, but I will beg, and beg, and beg, but it will never end
By Gambit2 months ago in Poets
Capitulation of Mourning
Can it be easier to mourn an animal than a human? When I lost Evie, it was devastating. The anticipatory grief was crippling and the guilt I felt at not being able to communicate using language with each other weighed on me. I knew that pure, untainted love was there in the way only animals can give but there was so much left unsaid...so much I wished I could know. Looking back, it was as if, only she could tell me she loved me, where it hurt, or when it was time, then things would magically feel better- easier.
By Logan Stanislaw2 months ago in Poets
Always The Loner
Is this how it's always going to be Always tired and alone Never hearing the voice of another With nary a ring of the phone
By Jason Morton2 months ago in Poets
A Heart Beats for Me Inside a Brick Wall
A Heart Beats for Me Inside a Brick Wall Stone upon stone they carefully laid, Each weathered block another barricade. Some were built from whispered lies, Others born from tear-filled eyes. A few were placed by hands unknown, Leaving a fragile heart alone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Karmic Lovers
Content to just drift along on my raft Looking at my choices in the dating pool Swiping left more often than right Creating ripples along the surface
By Mother Combs2 months ago in Poets
Underneath the blanket
I love life and its possibilities. But I am tired and I want to be happy. I want to show the world the colors I see. I want to paint faces and draw their lines with pens and ink.
By Precillia Cecile2 months ago in Poets
Static voice
Speaking my words come out static And I don’t really know what to do Inside the picture is clear But I can’t get the message out to you
By Raine Fielder2 months ago in Poets
Diamond Heart
I felt the tempering The heaviness weighing me down Tugging at my heartstrings Begging to be cut Opened by slitting An artery With a page Ripped from the Ledgers of my past
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
Unseen Pain
The rise of mental fog Makes the days hard to log Exactly the whens You begin to feel the pins One big mystery to be solved
By Mother Combs2 months ago in Poets