Mental Health
Onboarding for the Disembodied
What happens when grief enters a system? When sorrow is weighed like evidence, when memory is scanned and filed, when time loses track of your name? These four poems trace the quiet passage of a soul through intake and error, through digital shadows and misspoken needs, and into a house where even silence keeps its own schedule.
By Fatal Serendipityabout a year ago in Poets
Is True Acceptance Found, or Forged?
Living in this world, the hardest thing is to satisfy everyone. No matter how good you are, some people will hate you. No matter how sincere you are, there will always be those who doubt you. Sometimes, it's not that you are flawed, but rather that you haven't met the right person. To those who dislike you, you might be the worst sight. Yet, in the hearts of those who appreciate you, you are the brightest star.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
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
