Mental Health

aluminium. Content Warning.
Eyes roll back Fingers begin to cramp There's a blitz, a bump, a blur And there's words on a page. The steady rush of urgency
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Somewhere In Between
There's a world inside that few can see, Where silence dances quietly. A mind that runs both fast and deep, While outwardly, it appears to be sleep.
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
sex with a grim reaper. Content Warning.
when night nears She opens a window for the cigarette smoke to escape She drifts off to sleep waiting for the Grim Reaper
By angelica leslyabout a year ago in Poets
If I Can keep A Tear In
If I can keep a tear in, the moment can stay hidden. As I slide across the wet floor, never before ridden. In shoes I never should have worn, So carelessly walking, Swearing I can walk and chew gum while talking. Stabilizing gestures keep me from figure skater grace, The moment I hope my old-age mind can erase. The approaching wall, no surprise— Another reminder of just how flat it is, in all directions, Giving flat a 3D correction. It doesn’t need to be a drop or jagged edge, Flat can knock your world around Until it’s round. Never a tether or a brake— It all just goes, until The world will never be so round It feels profound. But really, common place A million seconds of slow motion, Imagining the commotion. The shoes fit I try to brace as I continue in my skate- Could it knock me back to eight? That would be a spectacle The last time I remember greeting a morning, Days, easy or hard, never specifically come with a warning. How could the world be believed to be so round, With the majority never being witness to it. We just all have faith, believe and admit To keep us From having to do everything ourselves And now… Flat is only visible. How?
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
Photo Finish. Runner-Up in The Sonnet of Shadows Challenge.
Might I love myself better by being honest Shining light on my deep, hidden truth Walking through memories, those of my fondest
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Luna
Dearest Luna, my oldest friend, It's me, Samantha. I like you most when you're full, shining in all your glory. No one makes fun of YOU for being big and round.
By Julie Lacksonenabout a year ago in Poets
Recycled
Burnt orange fronds whoosh- maples squint, harvest flickers, leafing through my fall
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Burning Acid
Fire on the inside Burning acid Building pressure A painful release Leave you crying Screaming Ran out of the pink potion
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
When Does a Good Thing Become a Memory?
In this world, even the best things eventually fade. The most beautiful love can end in discord; the most cherished person may eventually leave; the most lively gatherings come to an end; and the most profound memories eventually dim. Even the most beautiful dreams eventually awaken.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Flat
If I can keep a tear in, the moment can stay hidden As I slide across the wet floor, never before ridden In shoes I never should have worn,
By simplicityabout a year ago in Poets
Outstages Café: Portals to Other Worlds. Content Warning.
Outstages Café: Portals to Other Worlds In a quiet corner of California, tucked between memory and melody, there stands a pink archway blooming with roses and musical notes. Locals call it Outstages Café, but those who’ve gone through know it’s more than a place, it’s a portal.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
When Night Becomes a Door: A Poem for Gentle Resilience
When the night quietly covers your windowpane with its velvety darkness, Note also that this is both an end and a door. Breathe slow: the small breath is a ship, the inhale a compass,
By Martin Williamsabout a year ago in Poets