Mental Health

Revisionist History. Runner-Up in Things You Can’t Say Out Loud Challenge. Content Warning.
An afternoon nap on a Summer’s Day Her back turned, slumber peaceful and sweet Awakening to a silent house but for a strange noise
By M.N. Sterrettabout a year ago in Poets
Badges of Pride
I am not who I say I am. I say it does not matter who people say I am. Every title I have acquired is for the purpose of secrecy,
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Burn
Inspiration is a simple thing. Like hope with its feathers, It spreads its wings. But the universe chose a cruel design.
By The Omnichromiterabout a year ago in Poets
What Honesty Sounds Like
In the end, we're all sad stories with social security numbers Collecting fake smiles and sympathy that eventually, nobody remembers
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
You'll Need To Find Your Own Forgiveness
I wasn't built for eye contact or sharing uncomfortable truths But I'm ready to let go of that and unlock that grip from you
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Instructions for Disappearing
It’s easy to be invisible. All you have to do is go with the flow, make yourself small, * do a little people pleasing dance.
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
Happy For Him
Would you still be happy for him if all his dreams came true If he became more successful than you Would you still be happy for him if he found love with someone else
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Marriage to the Minotaur
As I construct a white wall A labyrinth of linen, draped Boil-washed and bleached to the bone Pure as an eggshell You appear outside
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstonesabout a year ago in Poets
I Remember Forgetting
I can’t remember what I said last December, The past slips fast from my hands. When I dive into the deep recesses of my mind,
By caitodoesstuffabout a year ago in Poets
Do You Fear Losing Someone, Or Not Knowing How to Be Alone?
The more you know how to be alone, the less you fear losing someone. In fact, I've always liked traveling solo. Beyond the freedom, no one needs to accommodate anyone else. You decide what time to have breakfast, what time to go out, and how long to stay at a tourist attraction.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Ink-Stained Dreams
Oh, to be a poet in a candle-lit room, Where silence hums like a sacred tune, With scattered pages and ink-stained hands, And verses flowing like ocean sands. To bleed in lines what hearts conceal, To turn mere sorrow into something real, To dance with metaphors late at night, And shape despair in dawn’s soft light. Oh, to wander thought’s untamed road, Carrying nothing but a poet’s load— Of aching love and aching loss, Of fragile truths the world would toss. To speak of stars no one has seen, To write of places we’ve never been, To make the mundane suddenly grand, With just a pen held in trembling hand. To live in whispers, to dream in ink, To write the edge before we sink— Yes, let me live that quiet riot, Oh, to be a poet, forever defiant.
By The Pen of Farooq about a year ago in Poets
The hard truth
The man I am today was once the kid I hated to be. Growing up without any influence to be a better person is hard mentally to grow confidence. I had to learn to love myself first and appreciate me and love what I do for myself and others. Some people have never knew the work I had to put on myself to be the person I am. I am finally the person I want to be for myself and the loved ones around me. It has been easy to speak negative over my life because of how I was raised. I love myself now but know noon understand the hard battle of learning not to hate myself
By Walter D.Witherspoonabout a year ago in Poets