Mental Health

After the Fire
After the Fire When the fire was over, I walked through the ash with careful steps. Smoke curled like ghosts that had nowhere to go.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Bewildering As The Stars
So what if I wrote stories when humanity slumbered, and I was so tired that agonized eyes ached for rest? But I didn’t because in the
By Sam Eliza Green12 months ago in Poets
I Would
Dear, there may be a day when you question everything, feel like nothing, and don’t know what to do or say to escape it. So you dream instead.
By Sam Eliza Green12 months ago in Poets
Frozen Smile
The same face. Always the same. Never a crack to be seen. Yet she sees through his lies. Sees the lines left behind Sees the result of theft
By Alexander McEvoy12 months ago in Poets
Porcelain Mask
Flawless features, Perfect expression. Never a crack to be seen. He questions that serenity, Wonders at the lingering legacy,
By Alexander McEvoy12 months ago in Poets
act natural....natural, natural, natural
don’t show to much you’ll lose him don’t let him see those scars he’ll find you revolting don’t be unique pull that mask on tighter
By Courtney Ann12 months ago in Poets
Battered. Content Warning.
She goes about her busy day Doing her errands without delay Everyone sees her as shy So they respectfully don’t pry Never one to put on wiles
By Mother Combs12 months ago in Poets
‘there’s a pain in the back where the wings grow in’
—- to archive a heart and wire tap the brain. leave a part of you preoccupied. way up in the sky but on a permanent downtime. coming down from the high hi with a long sigh. too deep for drowning. something more akin to flying, without wings. like a melancholy feeling tasted on the wind.
By h.a.laine12 months ago in Poets
Mental Health poem
When people called your name And you think are you the same Or the monsters in your head are playing the game Still there is left some smile in my face
By Karun 12 months ago in Poets
Pain Vs. Peace
Pain Dull, sharp Aching, breaking, breathtaking Calming, relaxing, warming Light, soft Peace
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
Cloaked
Sad is this time of the demise of intellect, They don’t have to be correct, Their blathering oft ill-conceived. They only need to be believed.
By Thomas Durbin12 months ago in Poets
Mask of a Suburban Woman. Winner in Masks We Wear Challenge.
In Mesoamerican folk religion, a nagual (pronounced [na'wal]) or nahual (both from the Nahuat word năhualli [na waxli]) is a human being who has the power to shapeshift... into their tonal animal counterpart.
By Teresa Renton12 months ago in Poets