Mental Health

If I Could Be Beautiful For Just One Day.
I could do my eye shadow a thousand times, Maybe correct my lipstick, Though I've already tried, Convince myself, I look pretty
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Lost-ish in what it isn't
It isn’t what it is, yet is what it isn’t, love that is not love Lost in this feeling, in this stage of ‘ish-ness’ and fog
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
The Root System
Vultures circle from the skies above Oh how I wish they were a collection of doves Maybe they recognize I am already dead
By H. J. Levon2 years ago in Poets
One
I'm not mad at you for telling me "no"; you had your reasons, that's not a blow. Valentine's is (with the right choice)
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
Remember When
Take my hand, walk with me where memories never die; where worlds stand still, as my heart that day I first looked in your eyes.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
prideful spirit. Content Warning.
I'm better than anyone else there, so I don't need to go to that therapy. I'm higher than anyone else on this earth, Even from birth, I'm the one I'm the big
By Mary Walls2 years ago in Poets
Love You Out Loud
I wish I could love you out loud but I cannot shout above the cacophony of your silence that echoes in the chasm you’ve carved out with your indifference
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Aries ✓. Content Warning.
He screamed orders, a dishonorably discharged god, rewiring my nervous system. Do this. Don’t do that. March, salute, obey. A picture-perfect love, red, white, and blue deception. Inside, I bled. Holding my insides, terrified to tell the world— you were the bullet, the war, the wound that never healed.
By L.K. Rolan2 years ago in Poets
Like Always
[This poem is in a jpg because I feel deliberate spacing is important.]
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
Nerve
When I close my eyes How do I stay there? I want to be inside Where I can hide Crying undersea What’s the point? Did you even learn to swim?
By Essie2 years ago in Poets
My Job is Run By Snakes!
I’m driving to work, I’m dreading to work, one more day for the corporate jokers. Creating new plots to extinguish my spark,
By Simon Aylward2 years ago in Poets
Woven Sand
Loneliness We meet Then it starts Each time we meet It grows and grows stronger A sense of connection, knowing, trust I trust and understand you. We; us.
By Glenn McConnell2 years ago in Poets