Mental Health

Not Friends
Is it so hard to call me a friend? Not to me, but to the people who ask Just a girl in his group chat Time talking means nothing to him
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
I Don’t Eat
Go to work Then come home And go to sleep ——— Forget to eat There’s no energy A bad cycle ——— Need self-care Increase my energy
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
A Ticket to Hell . Content Warning.
If I were to wake In hell Then I would’ve wasted my health If I threw anger like lava Then I will burn on earth where I stay
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
endurance
heave and hold one solid breath inside a room with no walls silence thick in its illusive corners this existence a punishment
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
You remember the storm, but do you remember the fire.
You remember the storm but do you remember the fire inside that silence or do you remember the girl who sat in the empty quiet.
By Ayesha Buttabout a year ago in Poets
Ashen Days
A void surrounds my being now, horizon set as destination, I’ll figure out it all somehow. I ain’t yet in the shining white
By Cristal S.about a year ago in Poets
Is the Past a Barrier to Your Future?
Even now, you still think of him, knowing that this is your barrier. Everyone has their own. You're no longer impatient. Walk the path you should with all your heart and repay the tears you've shed. You're no longer anxious. The deeper the feelings, the more you have to retreat step by step. The more difficult the barrier, the more patience you need to understand it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Ashes of a Pink Rose
Ashes of a Pink Rose A pink rose opened soft and warm it held my heart against the storm your touch was gentle your breath was near
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
There are some of them
There are so many who call for peace, but bring chaos upon you. There are so many who pretend to be empathetic, but bring you neuropathy.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
An Epiphany in a Cup
I light up before chores— it sets my brain mode to focus. While I wait to reach the peak, I knock out the tedious tasks.
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Poets
Poets Love Their Birds
Poets love their birds. When I study poetry, there’s always a dove, a sparrow, a gull— literary wings. Unoriginal. But what of the hunger?
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Continuing On
Are you being overly sensitive to impatient tones? Probably. Silence might follow and stop the conversation with a friend and avoid feeling the intense anger a partner can cause. That connection with a partner seems harder to break, but a friendship could fall apart – you know those tender, hurt feelings! So, you don’t lay fury on friends.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets