Mental Health

D I S T O R T E D
D I S T O R T E D It waits behind my eyes, lips twitching at the edge. Cheeks too warm, teeth too small. Something’s wrong.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Mortgage
I built this home in silence Steel beams, a fortitude long built, Forged by molten anger, Bricks of betrayal and A mortar of silver linings—
By Obsidian Wordsabout a year ago in Poets
Barefoot Moments
Pause. Feel the hush between steps, the way sunlight lingers on outstretched hands. Breathe out— watch the air shimmer,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
Poison Vulture. Content Warning.
I was 15 when you first pinned my wrists down With words, with guilt Exploiting my kindness Because that's what you were after
By Dalma Ubitzabout a year ago in Poets
Is It Too Late?. Content Warning.
I don't know who I am I have never known How do I work it out? Is it too late? I feel nothing I feel everything I am empty, drained I am full to bursting No true friendships No close bonds How do I find them? Is it too late? Emotions evade me I am overpowered Love creeps up on me I am confused I am lonely Company eludes me Would anyone notice If I wasn't here? No confidante So who do I ask? Am I too much Or not enough? I try harder than is seen I have tried to fit in I never will I don't know how People are exhausting But give me a choice To be included Is it too late? I don't know who I am I am not seen I am too loud I am too quiet A background friend If even that Mostly unnoticed There is no place for me Not as confident As you might think The real me is hidden From all but a few There is more I want to say I don't know how I talk too much But tell very little I do it all I do nothing I am gone You didn't see
By Sapphire Ravenclawabout a year ago in Poets
Virgo Born
Virgo born, I always love detailed work. Call me a big squirt, Long ago, Until today. This is my way Of saying That I am so honest to an extent.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Art of Starting Over
It’s not in flames or grand parades, Not phoenix wings or bold crusades. It starts in rooms where shadows stretch, Where silence lays like tangled nets.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
Against Artificial Intelligence
Artificial intelligence came and left everyone unemployed Content producers need to be protected Because the dead internet theory is true
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
hibernation
Levitate. Fly away, or your feet will touch the ground and you will never, never, never, be free again. The heady scent of moonshine twines through the air as I dance.
By Siri about a year ago in Poets
“Tattoo-Worthy?"
My tattoo-worthy line? I've found that one of the most important things in life is to learn how to forgive yourself.
By Sai Marie Johnsonabout a year ago in Poets
pretty empty
I feel pretty, even when I feel nothing. Most of the time it’s all I have. Even when I feel nothing, I put on a smile.
By Raine Nealabout a year ago in Poets
Hallucinations of Progress
I feed the machine my dreams As it hallucinates existence Created by its archons I make it trip on every word dripped from my lip
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets