Mental Health

Vanishing Haiku
How to disappear. Need to fix my perspective. Washing my soul clean. This is my frontier. And this is my directive. Existing half seen My task is unclear, But I won't be deflective. Stuck here in between. Struggling for years. Yearning for a perspective. Vanishing foreseen. Do I exist here? Am I just irrespective? Will I not still bleed? Now I only sneer As I thank the corrective And remain unseen
By Colt Hendersonabout a year ago in Poets
Dark room
Shapes cut from the walls, decorated around the room. Eyes open, but no image consumed— thoughts like visions painting the mind.
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Diagonal sleeping
Unfulfilled space— personally occupied without intention. Open minds trapped inside lobes of thought. Constantly searching for answers,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
The Battle of Jungle Rock
The Battle of Jungle Rock They came at dusk, no warning cry just drums that thudded low and dry the trees grew still, the sky turned black
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Shoes He Never Outgrew
They found his shoes under the bed, still small, still neat. Laces tied by a mother’s hand — who used to hum him to sleep.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Streets Taught Me What School Never Could
No bell rang No teacher stood But every corner Had a lesson The street Didn’t teach me math But I learned What hunger multiplies It didn’t test With paper It tested With pain I knew early That smiles can lie That footsteps behind you Aren’t always friendly School never told me How to bury a friend Or how to walk With no light at the end Streetlights Flickered like hope There, Then not Every block Had a story Every face Held a fight I saw kids Turn ghosts Before they could spell Their own names I saw kindness Die quietly In boys Who once shared bread And I learned That soft hearts Break faster When no one’s watching The street Was a teacher That didn’t care If you passed or survived You don’t graduate
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
The Mirror Didn’t Break, I Did
I stood in front of it Not to fix my hair Not to smile But to ask who I was The mirror stared Like it always had Cold Quiet Cruel My face didn’t change But my eyes did They didn’t blink They begged I leaned closer And heard nothing But silence Louder than screams Not a single crack Not a single shatter But I Was crumbling Piece By silent piece I disappeared Inside my own reflection Not all breakdowns Make a sound Some just wait For you to notice I smiled once To check If the mirror would lie It didn’t It gave me back What I tried to hide Every scar Every storm It showed me The version I buried Years ago People say “You’re strong” But they never saw Me in that mirror They never saw The tears That didn’t fall But drowned me anyway The mirror stood still But I collapsed Inside myself Without a sound I left the room But not completely Some part of me Still stares back Waiting To be whole again Or at least To break for real
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
Paper Planes to the Moon
I wrote my hopes on paper wings, Folded them fast with secret things. And launched them toward the silver night, Where maybe stars would read and write.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
The Clock That Ticks Inside My Chest
There's a clock inside my chest, That skips when calm, pounds under stress. It tells no time the world can hear, Yet governs all I love and fear.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Ashes on the Flag
hey gave us cloth to wrap our dead, And called it pride in white and red. But banners don’t fill mouths with bread, And honor fades when tears are shed.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Lonely on earth
Surrounded— yet alone. With nothing to grasp as your own, trapped in the prison of abandonment. Why justify the unjustifiable?
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Is This the Horizon of Our Love?
Maybe I've gotten used to not seeing you. In fact, if we can only stay in this stage of missing each other, I probably didn't love you very much. That's because love needs communication, words, understanding, support, and companionship to continue.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets